Life
I wanna be better then the rest
I wanna have riches and be free to do me
Is it wrong for me to want to live comfortably
Seems like society wants me to conform
be like the rest
live un-naturally
unhappily
Freedom is earned not just given
Yet in the land of the free what really do we have
we are all slaves to mankind
we are zombies marching in the line of fire toward our never ending demise
the only thing we can be sure of is death
so we should all live kindheartedly
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