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Meth Bomb, Homicide Village, 
Diverse Culture Site, Crown Town, 
Kendaltucky and Johnny Appleseed's Homestead; 
Tremendous and Troubling and Tortured, 
Town of the Long Face: 
They say you are explosive, and that is valid; I know of the white powdery crystallized bombs being made under children's beds in the deepest hell of a home 
They say you are a cemetery on a cold winters' night and that I must justify with the RGS running the funeral mansion  
They say you are congested, and I do believe that there is not a lot of field in range to go through the saloons and institutions 
While many of the headlines are validated by the sweating asphalt- this town of mine is home and my hometown is just as flawless as its flaws:  
Take me to a more sufficiently lead team of law enforcers picking up the crooks of Kendallville off the road. 
Taking a lifetime of folklore and continuously celebrating the satisfied existence like Christians on Mardi Gras or Americans on the 4th of July. 
Vicious as bears searching for their prey; amiable cubs jointly loving families and families of families 
Sensible, 
Persistent, 
Exuberant, 
Courteous, 
Inconsiderate, Impassionate, Immoveable, 
Covered in crank, devoured in the brain, suffocated by stigma, 
Covered in red juice from babies who bleed from bullet holes, 
Covered with resentment all around people who are the same the rest, 
Encouraged by devotion taking apart all sin within the field like a first-time Christian opening their heart in the fight for heaven  
Lost and encouraged that all things happen in the enclosed surface of a town for Him to save. 
Encouraged with tremendous, troubled, tortured loss of the populous, diverse in a congested area, represented by Crowns throughout the town in years past. One finds salvation in the explosion of guilt.
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