[bad word] ]
Did I ever call for
your fame?
Why do we fight in
your name?
Is it really [bad word] that
you're there?
And do you ever
answer my prayers?
We are calling for
change,
so why don't [bad word] back again?
Why do you spread
love uneven?
This is not what I
believe in.

Do I have the right,
to write this down?
Without heresy pointing
a finger at me.
Rights?
We don't have no more.
In this catastrophe,
of a 21st century war.
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Turn and let your gaze
burn over yonder,
a young man stern
with the hunger,
who never puts asunder,
the late night thoughts
and the wonder.
Writing is a lightening
speech is a thunder.
Kid, I'm misinterpreted
like a Marxist.
The scared will
ask this,
impartial vocabulary
martial artist
practice verbal Ti-Chi
and pilates.
Da Linguist, the proper
opportunist.
Quick to drop a new list
of rhymes which
revue this,
right wind stifling that
we're suffering,
far from enlightening it's
frightening so usher in,
a new type of verbal
well being.
As your talks are warped
by a canopy of entropy,
enter the Linguist who
eventually,
with a dismaying display
of rhyme slaying advances.
The impartial vocabulary
martial artist.
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