Dirt and spirit, breath of life.
Shackled down, under the knife.
Society’s rules, dreams die.
Flat line, clear! Again, again!
Volts imbue life to limbs, jump starts
the mind. Reset!
It took shock to wake you up.
You’re here now, living now, not
merely existing. Passion and vision
renewed. Tell Death you’ve already
died once and it won’t be happening again.
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