Though altercations of a secessionist sound stern, Their minds are stuck and never learn. Through a disabled rebellion their built, Words designed to deplete one's self are spilt. Although it's said consummation executes in the leaning vice of the secessionist, The desecration becomes the birth of the segregationist. The segregation of closed mindedness with those of the voice. The voice has sculpted our worlds obedience choice by choice. The voice has seen demons at their best and angels at their worst, There is a reason why this world hasn't burst. You see, our world is seen through a lens, This lens doesn't defy our worth and script the uncleansed. It simply sets a standard for the closed minded to follow, The voice, doesn't have a standard to follow, this voice makes the lens for those left to follow tomorrow.