Escape Fantasy

Get the hell out;

out to salvation,

out of the shit.

Leave behind the shitty places and shitty people.

Out of the fire and into the frying pan.

Find the exit

before it’s too late.

Do not think of freedom,

there’s no such thing.

Do not think of peace,

that’s a fantasy.

Just think of a way out.

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