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Fight

CJ DelousJanuary 15, 2020

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Fight

written by: CJ Delous

Collective suicide; walk hand-in-hand
with the death-drive
toward to the end-times.

This is it.

Only some receive what they deserve &
the rest of us must suffer the
consequences.

This is it.

Nothing left now but to rebel
or lay down & die...
so decide, will you fight or not?

This is it.

dare to demand the impossible
that was always already possible
& still is.

This is it:

we have nothing left to lose.

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CJ Delous

Unpublished, working-class poet trying to escape, writing under a pseudonym to kill the author so that the words alone speak for themselves.

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