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Man's weakness is his bright visions to a lost sight Unclear to remove layman rules unfolded By blind ambition in quivering mission Of thuggery not gained in format by living But believing in confused formulator of plan B Wise are the words were heard they were spoken Wise are the words spoke before they wrote n' Wise are the words that suffered before bones were broken Wise are the words received as grace for an eternal token When Life faces reality, Words face society Physical aspects of the mind to envision the situation in depicting the perseverance of the structured stance calling for a wider circumstance allured for more loss than gain and strain the worth of humanity in bold statements in sentiments Losing our birth right: religion; culture relinquished And embellished the truth that is kept from our youth That society creates; the nemeses and protagonists Giving us hugs and kisses; blowing us into pieces Leaving our lives in creases The Package? Are proceeded thoughts of the Book of Ages Where death’s rage is paid as wages Till the last stages This nation uses compassion for fame and fashion Good ideals come in rations Where doubt is brought slavery is bought Now we face feelings tagged by price As the impression of the recession slightly rises. The sickened seconds and momentary minutes into hours Those who have powers Will note the swinging vote they wield Those who are in this field have only the word as a shield Blood spilled and dead, limp, bodies Will be served on the far vision Multiple weaponry will be the cutlery of the day's dishing From the table view only red is seen Because all that within is left on the scene Those who were framed in this picture Can only refer to the Revelations of scripture

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