Poetic Injustice

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Perdition is the tradition,

my family can't move on if it's not written

in the description

or played in the composition.

Life is no competition,

the result's a premade decision.

Someone's fired all the ammunition

anomie is not our mission.

I only ask you to listen.

I understand your position

is of inherited disposition

so it tangles with opposition,

but you can't find admission

in the recognition of our mutual tensions.

Stop and commission;

Start writing the redefinition.

You can see my ambition

is based on my predestined position

where I battle the time you meet the mortician.

This blew up in my face but it's not nuclear fission.

Let me pause... focus on death's contradiction.