Wake Up on Fire / Nux Vomica
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I was locked in a prison. Until on day. I heard the keys. The gate unlatched. I was pulled up. Pushed out a door. I began to fall. As the ground rushed toward me. I heard a voice shout “you’re free!”. Free to work. Free to die. Free to keep it all inside. Free to be confused and helpless. Free to feel perpetually useless. Free to hate the things we see. Free to subsist meagerly. Free to be tormented by a torrent of torturous conflicting emotions. I saw a madman talk about freedom. At the state fair. His twisted sense of logic made the round crowd cheer. I left to rife the gravitron. As if to wring his filthy shit from my ears. But the reality. Is that he’s right. As long as people are there. To raise their beers in the air. He’s right in this world. His world. A man’s world. Drunk on freedom. Guns blazing. Banner unfurled. He’s right because truth and fact are not the same. And the definition of “freedom” has been bought. And is now owned by the money that was created to buy it and tie it around our necks. The stranglehold of freedom leaves us gasping for air. And we’re all thieves living in the scene of the crime. Left to seek our own freedom if there’s any left to find. Left to wander through a maze of distortions of the truth. And wracked with guilt over a history weren’t there to choose. The freedom we seek is not easily reached. But the freedom is secretly closer than we think. It’s clinging to the lint in the insole of your shirt. It’s on the roof of your house. It’s on the roof of your house. It’s in the cattle you stir. ‘cause as the cliche goes. Freedom is what you make it. And in this world. You have to make it.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — May 10, 2026