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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Silence may turn into storms, must I worry? A lioness soul bends an untamed temperance, a fierce rage I bury, populist of pure purpose permanence so do go gentle on me ‘O judgest condemner I stand with tenets of truth, humanity’s sustainer not a raging tempest, nor dying light but an empowering responsive receptor these spearmint arrows bolt through blight I don a polished persona of armor not the helmet of a hypocrite of bone or ivory but leather boots built to march into Gehenna the Fiery, for harrowing heavenly causes Perfidious, I let you keep the repute given me the rebel rouser fits me well The prophet himself, p e r s e c u t e d, whilst he ruffled feathers and raised hell There’s an ineffable effigy to whom I bow, sovereign Lady Liberty her crown, radiant rays jut like the sun an aureole flickers of freedom windows of gems like sacral chakras I, this blatant believer reverts to rebellion crusading for campaigns and fair elections with this, I’ve conquered the storm within 11:59 The doomsday clock tics an AI timer, a hoax yells the denier's lying tongue I mustn’t keep silent, moksha can we revisit this later? give me a bit more time to repent Amongst autumn’s signature rustling leaves I walk error-free, veins vigor, I roll up my sleeves alongside rebels alike we fight king of terrors Swamiye your sacred motive fills my soul, with me unseeker are your fragrant prayers the holy hills call, c o m e, yet I stay at summit’s foothills with seeker sayers, raised voices not in praise for the divine, not with joy do we sing, but with sinful pride we chant harmoniously, no kings!
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