Sure, Sure


Say yes to everything,
Like a machine with only limits,
To serve, as if it was,
Chained down by gravity,
Only to plunge upwards,
In reverse, and fall,
Flat on its head,
Breaking its skull, but,
Not the skeletons of its,
Curse, still tied to the same,
Everlasting song, the same,
Rehearse, vines and chords,
Tangle in its shade,
Improper to degrade,
The soul in vain,
Because not one shall,
Prosper individually,
Only suffer in the,
Form of orders,
Commands, torture,
And pain.

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