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Seeds of rebellion
Lay outside your front door
If you nourish them and water them
They’ll grow into a healthy “what for?”
And if revolution isn’t what’s in store
How can you care anymore?

It’s a dangerous slip
A conscientious shift
In the spirit of resistance
You gotta hold your grip
Lest the state of your resolve
Makes you quickly devolve
To a fundamentalist

You’re an archetype
That they can pin to the wall
When you cling to your convictions
Like a farm animal in its stall
Never thinking of the bigger world outside
As they take you for a ride

It’s a dangerous slip
A conscientious shift
In the spirit of resistance
You gotta hold your grip
Because passion unabated
Can be readily conflated
As belligerence

It’s a dangerous slip
A conscientious shift
In the spirit of resistance
You gotta hold your grip
And the verdict won’t be kind
‘Cause they’re desperate
For a viable alternative

Take a stance
The resist stance
Take a stance
The resist stance
Take a stance
The resist stance
Take a stance
The resist stance!

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