The Alarm Of Revolution

Please don’t wake me to this false reality. Just let me exist inside of my dreams. Where the clouds never rain. Where the sun always shines. Where the moon never arrives. Please don’t open my eyes. I mean…when I wake I see the lies but I see no revolution so I fall back to sleep. I am truly a rebel, but a rebel without an army is worse than a rebel without a cause. An individual cannot overcome the condition of the group, so I dream hoping to be awaken by a revolution. The sounds of the underclass rebelling will wake me. That’s the sound of the alarm, the alarm of revolution. The alarm will shake, destroy, and help reform an injustice institution. Sleep is my only weapon until everyone else awakes to the oppression. Ironic how the woke sleep to escape and the sheep envy sleep.

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