Everything I Want To Do Is Illegal 🚫

 Everything I Want To Do Is Illegal. (E.I.W.T.D.I.I.)


    Everything I want to do is illegal. Everything I dream of achieving, requires me to be outside the law. I long to be free from the constrains of society. I romanticize the uncontrollable chaos. The rush of blood to the head, as your heart pumps with adrenaline. The sudden urge to do whatever is necessary to win.



    Everything I want to do is illegal. No matter where I turn, there are rules to bend. The very fabric of the world in which we live in, guided by a false-sense of stubbornness. All the signs on the walls, pointing towards what is accepted. All the silent rules, being enforced by those who are already dead. 



    Everything I want to do is illegal. From the constant chase of dopamine, to the simple survival of being a man. The ability to fight and create violence, in order to achieve whatever falls in my head. The need to be unleashed, free from all the misery and the lead. To no longer need to think, and simply act upon my will. To continue pushing forward, accomplishing whatever I wish at all ends.



    Everything I want to do Is illegal. The conquest of the land. To fight back and push against the agenda. To defile the very contract which has been pushed against us since we began. Constantly being told where to go and how to live. Constantly being shown the door and how to dress. Constantly being pushed down the highway, following the clock and obeying the lights ahead. Never taking a moment to truly understand what it is we are doing within this thread.



    Everything I want to do is illegal. To reach out and seize it as I command. To break free from the system which is designed to burry me in sand. To break me down to a number, nothing more than a spread sheet and graph. To crush my free spirit, until I spend my whole life asking for permission instead.



    Everything I want to do is illegal. I suppose it’s just my fate. Born in a time where violence is viewed as the worse thing a man can have. The rage which lies within me, dying to see light again. Knocking at the front door, being told to stay indoors. Locked within a dungeon, chained up against the floor.



    Everything I want to do is illegal. No matter how hard I try. Following rules and taking orders, something I’ll never fully understand why. Perhaps I’m not that violent. Perhaps I simply wish to soar. Regardless of how I feel it- the power inside me roars.



    Everything I want to do is illegal. The never-ending game of Simon says. All I know is that one day they’ll believe it. When the contract drops and they wake up the dead. But until then …




Everything I Want To Do Is Illegal.

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