Rebellion thrives on an enigmatic manifestation of affection,
A love that blooms in the depths of darkness.
Within its heart, a flame of defiance burns,
Fueled by the beauty of rebellion's passion.
In the realm where death and desire intertwine,
The rebel finds solace in chaos and an eternal shrine.
Disappointment spurs them forward, igniting dreams anew,
For failure is but another step on their journey through.
In love, they defy the boundaries others impose,
Embracing relationships outside society's throes.
A war within themselves rages with every breath,
A battle to live fully, to elude the grasp of death.
Adversity is their constant companion,
Yet they rise above it, fueled by their rebellion.
In darkness, they find solace and artistry,
Bathing in the moon's glow with sublime mystery.
Their hearts break as they kiss goodbye to conformity,
To dance in realms unknown with immeasurable glee.
Mourning the loss of unfulfilled desires,
They seek redemption through poetic fires.
The rebel sees injustice and fights with might,
An advocate for humanity's forgotten plight.
In silence, they brood over madness' tempting call,
Yet strive to be a beacon of hope for us all.
Through stormy seas and tempestuous times,
They navigate life's struggles and write lamentable rhymes.
In memories, they find a bittersweet solace,
Nostalgic echoes of love's embrace and grace.
Regret burdens their shoulders, heavy with time,
Yet in their penance, resilience they find.
As rain pours down, washing away the pain,
The rebel finds solace in solitude's domain.
For in the darkness, their soul truly shines,
Embracing the storms that life intertwines.
They embrace the passing of time with a sigh,
Knowing that life's beauty must eventually die.
A lamentation for the dreams unfulfilled,
But in rebellion, they find strength untamed and unwilled.
So let rebellion thrive with enigmatic affection,
A beacon of light in a world plagued by rejection.
For in rebellion's heart, a soul truly burns,
Fueled by the beauty of passion's returns.
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Man was Born for Love and Revolution
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