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Charlie Black Feb 2021
#2
Tears like pools streaming down our face,
Oh, we're such a disgrace!
Running around through an endless maze,
We're just trying to get out of our daze.
Can't you imagine a life any sweeter?
Or is that just too hard to rhetor?
Ignorance at every turn,
Aren't they ever going to learn?
We've had enough of this injustice!
Go find some other vices.
No longer will we be silent,
When standing in front of our tyrant.
I am
Crying
Crimson
Inside

I am
Forest
Fullness
In deed

I am
Buried
Bullion
Ingots

In the
Words I
Will con-
Cede here

To you
Pistol
Packing
Tulip

To you
Loving
Looping
Rhetor

To this
Beating
Bulging
Tremor

Tuning
Heart hailed
Hue horned
Taxis

— The End —