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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A call to arms has been issued and all the lyrical guns have been reissued fierce fighting mothers handing out tissues to dab away at media blasted issues while the news just labels and cradles out the issues to misuse without paying dues and then we all lose yes i said we all lose while fighting towards the end Because of men riddled with sin i think it's time to begin again with sentimental reason to treason. start rhyming again to turn away the seasons. Why can't you stop, can't you see the beacons? But oh no, hell no, here comes the saturated reasons spouting from our deacons to extinguish all the beacons. A call to arms has beened released from our fathers that are burried and deceased. Oh no, hell no, the wonders they never decease. While problems they steadily increase time to pick a pocket and do away with that lease. The poor man crying while the fat cat continues to fleece us, with mistrust, thinking we aren't tough. but life gets hard and tough, the people they have had enough. So all the people they rise up and stand up, can't stop it up or break it up. When the crowd starts pumping, and the cities start thumping, with this lyrical something. Maybe the teen mothers wold stop humping, but y'know something, when we wake up this has all been for nothing. Because the city is a monster living in dumpsters, with parents in the house yelling at their kids upstairs, no wonder the nation is caught unawares. We're all frightened by the nightmares, but do nothing when the beacons start to blare. Looking up at empty hands as if to plead with the starving air. Oh god, the answer was but now it's gone and I don't where. Not even the gospels that are out there can tell me where. But who cares? With all the dope selling and the fathers that aren't there.
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