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You who ask the hard questions Never seem prepared for any answers. What purpose your rebellion? Critic in the abstract, Cherisher of words. Only words, mere Angry echo. Come Revolution! Show me your toothless rage, Carried by amputee feet. The tyrants lie that way, Dear Children of Cause.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
Revolution to Movement
You who ask the hard questions Never seem prepared for any answers. What purpose your rebellion? Critic in the abstract, Cherisher of words. Only words, mere Angry echo. Come Revolution! Show me your toothless rage, Carried by amputee feet. The tyrants lie that way, Dear Children of Cause.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
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