This land that I call upon my own
was swallowed by an egalitarian philosophy;
that of which it does contradicts itself
as we know for a fact that not all men are created equal

Even so, since this land that I call upon my own
has been swallowed by this idea,
we have become near-sighted
and arrogant

We believe that this land of freedom
is equal and stable
But with history repeating itself
It seems that this land has died

It now becoming the land of the masks.

I can't help but vent
on how this week went
For the school board dared
Give us all Stress that ensnared

From our hopes of having free time
To our hopes of being able to flip a dime

But worry not, for I have not prepared
So I have dared;
but alas, to no avail
So I will continue trying to unveil

On why the school is so merciless
To those who don't know patience
And to those who are worthless
Hear my inexperience

I am scared, nervous,
despaired, and ambitious

For I will dare once again
To this week of drain

Right now it is currently lunch time
Though how could it be lunch at 12:20 pm?
Well listen here brother
There are more than a thousand breakfasts
That could be missed
But you must never forget
The middle
Unless it is a brother

For Lunch is in between Breakfast and Dinner
Proving everyone wrong
Is what I would like to say
But alas there is a fault in this reasoning
For Lunch is only important
For the fact that you get to hang out
With the

B O I S

now you must accept this flawless foolish reasoning
and turn yourself into foolish wise men
since we are but the
Gaia's Children

Imagine Dying
Could not be me nevermore
smh no way

I am writing this to you
when there is 4 min left until class
so I don't have much time
To explain everything

But before that, why does a minute feel so long
I have just been wrti-
nevermind
it is now 3 minutes until I have to go to class

This class isn't anything special per say
but I still feel like I need to get away
2 min
How come the first stanza seems longer to make than this one?

Either way, I guess I will explain
For I have nothing better to do
sike
I do have something better, but it will only happen in 1 minute now

I have nothing to explain
I am just writing
Isn't that the purest form
Now that is some huge foolish wisdom that seems to be expressed evermore

Anyways, cya
I have to go to class now

Hippoty
Hoppity
Your Life
Is now My Property

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Veritas
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that range from
the roasted ones
to the truth serum

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