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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Through the heavy hand of solemn quest Chosen vestibules in relentless jest Onto the corporate head through exploits support Just a question of fools spoiling all the rules Phat cats with blue hats in silver snaps Chaps Power of manipulation trying to reach the top Power of tolerance equated through a clogged filter Power in the people chords are broken by its timeless shelter All is a will for power even now before the throne Absolute Power to direct others yet can't themselves Perhaps its best if I put that book right back on its shelf Power of negotiations borrowed papal pew in sullen masturbation Power if discourse measured through elapsed fervor in disguise Power in coompromise to see through all lies Power to be heard in silence not ever saying a single word Power to control others & torn, Whimsical power built on its fabricated quest Power of persuasion when one is being put through a fiery test Power is the lie that we all seek Sin is a leech as in its midnight creep We are each given free will yet power is never free/ Sullen fabrication to its frame, Let me be the first to explain, A slave is set free in time based in history/ Skull bones in fragments puzzle chart incomplete Power is not for the weak, Tempted further in fallen honesty Provoked with tears after so many years A poet scorned for further curse the actual day they were born In a heart filled with pride the Apollos died Shake the leaves from her hair my pretty child choose the day/ The night is far spent in casual waste Vanity is then mixed with the make believe; Folly In fallen exploits amidst the dream, Scattered garland in planted bulb Sullen pride amidst the shrub We rob the one who will forever take.... Power, Maybe, it's just best to settle for a cold shower ?
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