Secret Agent. (Thanks Netsky! ;) )

[Fkeu'itan]

- Written whilst listening to this.

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What I see is people.

People.

Old,
Young,

Real,
False,

Black,
White,

Lonely,
Together,

Near,
Far.

Everywhere.

All held hostage,
By their own systems.
Their manufactured limitations.

Their heads bowed,
Their joints stiff,
Their souls bound.

Everthing shows them,
To be P.O.Ws
Save for the shackles.

But am I different?

Feet move.
Hands pulse.
Head nods.

All in time,
To a forbidden beat.
Propaganda of the resistance.

A secret agent.
In a splinter cell.
Fighting a war everyone else forgot.

But I have a feeling -

I'm not the only one.