Ruptured

Cast out. Face down.
 Once more I kiss the ground
 Without what you choose to take from me...
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 Why do I still play my part in this charade?
 When I can't cope this world imposed
 No future I can call my own...
 You choose! choose those bars, as your last,
 Your one frontier out the box you're trapped.
 I'll choose a new existence for
 Something more, than borrow this air,
 (I won't choose these bars)
 Than walk straight that line of theirs.
 I'll choose: the path, the prize, the muse
 (To let myself go through these views)
 To prove I'm not conceived as you!
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 So I won't breathe, take my chains and disappear
 From this surface, beneath
 I'll choose I won't breathe cause
 I know you are not, I've seen you are not
 As I am
 I know I'm not, I'll prove I'm not
 As we were
 Attached to the soil in your hands
 Attached to the soil of what we're made...
 Of what we're made!
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 You, quite as high, as the hands,
 That once gave you life, the same as mine
 I'll look up now for the last, for the last time
 And turn this partial sight into a greater sight...