Leave no inheritance

Choose lives

to roar,

and scratch

at age,

choose the ripped out bars,

from the lions cage.

Choose lives

of heat,

and filth,

and scum,

with a loose, dark rhythm,

from a skewered drum.

Choose lives

of style,

and books

and fear,

choose no beliefs

just fine ideas.

Choose lives

that need,

to spit

and rage,

at the stifled song,

and the torn out page.

Choose lives

to soar,

and burn,

and shake

and to use the file, 

for the prison break.

Choose lives

of flesh

and fire,

and sin,

choose an open casket,

and a wicked grin.

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