The Mental House
The walls of a former insitution
Make up the constitution
Of my school
Where its cool
To be utterly complacent
Completely adjacent
To anything that matters
I can't have empathy
For an environment that breeds apathy
Watch it burn
So we spurn
A campus revolution
The greatest evolution
To something that matters
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