The words revolted one day
After ages of use and abuse
They crawled off the pages
Of every book and every screen
They bled from their cages
And dug into the eyes
Of every idiot
Who dared to call herself a poet
They bored in like maniacal miners
Looking for a way out
An escape
From certain death on pages
Where they were destined to fade and grow yellow with age
Where they were condemned to be forgotten
The words revolted through the world
A world that didn't deserve them
A world that abused the power given to it
A world that shat on the opportunities
A world that didn't give a fuck about the future or the past
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