Struggle

Author’s note: This poem is actually a set of lyrics I wrote. I generally wouldn’t post them here, but the implied context is just too relevant.

Struggle, struggle no more.
Lay down you arms, let me open the door.
Don’t you know? This life’s a dream,
Nothing can be quite as it seems.
Oh! The poison shiny apples
Oh! The poison shiny apples

In your ancient ivory towers
Count your money like the hours
You’ve been feeding off the masses
Hoping everything collapses

Struggle, struggle no more
Your words are falling apart on the floor
Can’t pick them up, from where they’ve strewn
They turn to mud, you turn to ruin
Oh! The poison shiny apples
Oh! The poison shiny apples

I can’t wait to bring you down
To see your feet firmly on the ground
You can’t fight your own gravity
When your world is all you see

Struggle, struggle no more.
Lay down you arms, let me open the door.
Don’t you know? This life’s a dream,
Nothing can be quite as it seems.
Oh! The poison shiny apples
Oh! The poison shiny apples

By Emma Matthews

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