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Some body.

Silly, silly, silly me.

To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody?

 

Silly, silly, silly me.

You can't be free, and that's just it,

All you are is 'somebody.'

Some-body.

"Some body."

 

But that's not true!

Look at Trostky and Lenin,

Michael Myers and Lennon,

The other Lennon.

It's hard to differentiate in name and legacy,

Because both Lennon's were revolutionaries,

Marching around like the freshman from heaven.

But neither believed they were the result of divine intervention in the affairs of man,

Because this convention would threaten their worldview and beckon away their sanity...

In the same way that the Pope or ****** let their divine vanity commit greater blasphemy and bring them future agony.

 

Now neither Lennon nor Lenin came anywhere close to being men from Galilee,

In fact they were more the men of the galaxy,

Or at least, John was, with his peach fuzz beard and his belief that love is greater than fear.

The other Lenin implemented the New Economic Policy, to starve the proletariat and start his revolution on an already hypocritical trend that would continue quite the same until the very end.

And it proves something, does it not?

Violence sends a message to no one but the instigator,

Changing them to justify, and claim is wasn't misbehavior;

But that's a lie, no idea of mine is worth the death of a human mind,

And to pretend otherwise makes one delude themselves that they aren't an instigator, but an illustrator,

Painting in the blood as if ****** makes an innovator.

 

And for ****** there is no vindicator,

Violence is an image breaker,

Indulged in by poor imitators who think they're right, and the world is wrong.

Unaware this makes them weak, not strong.

 

Now John Lennon was the true revolutionary;

Although he succumbed to violence, he veered away from it, even when it was necessary.

He fought the war, and yes, the war did win,

But at least he didn't cover his scars with artificial skin,

Or deny his implicit wrongs as a result of all original sin.

 

John Lennon used the word 'nigger' to the opposite effect.

He used the word to trigger something bigger and correct,

The wrong that seemed so propagated by the last colonial tide,

Of which the other Lenin defected and took colonialism's side.

 

John Lennon was Utopian and told us of a better world;

He interjected definition, and caused old thoughts to curl away in fright,

And bite the dust despite their might and past dominion of industrialism,

It was a schism, and it still plagues us to this day.

 

John Lennon understood we over-complicate way

To

Often.

 

 

Silly, silly, silly me.

To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody?

 

Silly, silly, silly me.

You can't be free, and that's just it,

All you are is 'somebody.'

Some-body.

"Some body."

 

"Some body" is something,

And some body can change the world.

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