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Unleashed: Horsepower
I am a small town boy
from an old world family,
who took on the new world....
....the world strikes back indiscriminately
and hard.
Cogs are breaking down
but still obediently turning
inside factories burning,
Fascist acid-reflux
bubbling,
churning
in the stomachs of slaves.
I am growing,
watching you grow.
It's your time now,
your time to unleash a voice
bottled-up for far too long -
break free from the boundaries,
please don't remain one of the many chained.
The sun in my loins
can no longer justify keeping the wild horses
caged. They must be freed
before becoming fully domesticated -
instead, to run free alongside the wind
and our voices unleashed.
I've been feeding the horses,
orphans of the open plains
folded into banks and towers
scraping scars into the sky.
Maybe I was wrong to cage them,
but my intentions were good,
fearing their demise
upon the sharp parts
of unfeeling machines.
-but my fear dissipates-
The moon rising behind your eyes is fearless.
Focus this fearlessness
to break the bonds holding you back.
Plant wild flowers within your soul,
jump on,
hold on tightly,
feel the unadulterated power
ripple between your thighs.
Wild horses fear not the vipers,
trampling venom with thunder.
Inside, you are no less wild.
Unleash,
merge with the beasts,
let them carry you through,
freeing a voice
you've kept caged
for far too long.
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