Search and Desire

I saw myself an insurgent, but I was an abyss
For all I wanted was a night inside some tent
Some shelter from the bishop who apes my every move
Cowards are not self-aware so I faced an early gloom
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Turns out you are our hope and change despite your grey physique
They will not respect one who brashly shies away from each extreme
I spit in their direction, how can they be so dense?
But if they won’t even respect you, what am I to them?

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