Max Barber		“Misguided Anthem And The System That Fed It” (dregs of society)   Small inside the machine I break Before the birth and after the death of life Before the moments of empathy outweigh my resolve I could always believe that age is merely a language Spoken with the clarity and sound mind of a mature human But the very nature of human is to discredit those around him To appreciate only the foundations of his work as bobbles of ego To step outside of that caged translucence and sprawl Would be a death wish as much as a mission statement And so we should, as others have, leave our comfort And stain time with our efforts to change the system If we have done this, death is never in vain If we have said this, our hearts are exposed There is no feeling less admirable Than metaphorical nudity amongst ones peers But the greater feeling is knowing that we have succeeded Succeeded in pretending that mass appreciation is lifeless And that we are a few of the weak ones The weak ones who stood in the headlights naked Blood spilling from our lips and salt at home in our wounds Never afraid to play with fire since each us had already been burned