Collect

I laugh at the devil
When he comes to collect
Everything I have
I earned with my breath
It was my hand that grasped the rose
It is my back that suffers itching arrows
It is I not him that built this life
He is but another image of the imaginary god
And flawed because he thinks
I owe him anything
I'll take my medicine
Fight him from my soul
He is powerless
I am in control
And even if I turn and run to the ledge
I remember her eyes
And compromise
To live instead,
In this life I can change the world
Much better then if I was dead.
The go train is leaving
I won't punch my ticket
Take the free ride instead.

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