I Invite You To Chant with Me: I REFUSE TO ACCEPT YOUR REALITY!

Friend, I feel your agony.
When any attempt, any struggle, on this query
be regarded as blasphemy.

The world. They think it has control over this serendipity.
But all plans they have, turn out to just be diabolic strategy.
And yet it's for the best, claimed their testimony.
It's for the interest of the majority.
Fuck that! I know, it's bullshit! I understand thee!

Futile be your melee.
And failure seems to occur frequently.
For it seems even God is your enemy.
Like there's no way to escape this jeopardy.
But is your only option to succumb to catastrophe?

They can control all! But not the entirety.
For your will is still in your weaponry!
And for the adage in our dictionary:
Fear the man who has nothing, really.

They can control all, but not your body!
They dominate the battlefield, but not until your territory!
THAT'S why they tryhard to put you in misery.

So when the whole world seems to commit to this fuckery,
I invite you all to come and chant with me:
I REFUSE TO ACCEPT YOUR REALITY.

I can't achieve victory.
I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS REALITY.

I somehow could never live healthily.
I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS REALITY.

I simply can't compose that melody.
I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS REALITY.

I can't win against that fag with this jury.
I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS REALITY.

I would never be able to reach mastery.
I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS REALITY.

I can't write a poem with intensity.
I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS REALITY.

For I control my own destiny.
And that bitch fate? You can't force me to agree.