Rebels of the Soul
You think there’s rebellion in your veins
but I say there’s religion crawling up your spine.
You use your words as a poison,
but I drink your promises like wine.
You use your body as a riot,
but I hear harmony in your anger.
You whisper your thoughts,
but they twirl around like dancers.
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