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The Separation
As the world turns, with fury my passion burns.
I gave it to them raw, but they've yet to learn.
Who can speak to you the words I spoke -
The rhymes I quote, or the lines I wrote?
I’m separate. There are different strokes.
They poke. I stroke.
Best believe, soon I will make them all believe.
I shall leave them all shocked and appalled.
And watch each drop their jaws in awe of me!
I shall now roll up my sleeve…
In the event of my ascension, I shall now rise
And behold from on high my foes demise.
This is the separation.
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