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In Case of Fire, Light a Match

Hi, my name is Mackenzie Kennedy, but people call me Mack. No, it’s not short for my name; it’s short for Mack the Knife. Maybe I like to get into a little trouble. Maybe I like to run stop signs. But in a world obsessed with calling things black or white, maybe I love the blurred lines.

This is the story of an antihero. Unapologetically mine. I’ll do things my way, even if that means running straight into a wall. By the way, have you seen the cracks? There’s no way out other than to push until it all tumbles and falls.

I’ve been told I ask the wrong questions. Like, is it rebellion if the system was never stable to begin with? Why is ambition punished in the powerless but praised in the rich? Does a clean record mean you’re good or just good at hiding the mess? Why is forgiveness expected from the oppressed, but never taught to the ones who caused the damage in the first place?

So yeah, you can call me Mack. You can call me anything you like. Just one thing, if you treasure your life, don’t ever ask me to smile. And like every villain story, I guess it’s time to get a cat, to watch the world burn down while I sit by the window, cosmopolitan in hand, making the headlines, one sip at a time.

Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wait 'til the world is mine
Visions I vandalize
Cold in my kingdom's size
Fell for these ocean eyes
You should see me in a crown
I'm gonna run this nothing town