Blunt
On the verge of genius
is where my inspiration stops.
Midway between the mundane,
and complex is where my wits commence.
The very thought of failure
freezes my blood, and binds my soul.
The individual memebers of society,
collectively hinder my celestial
ascension.
The best of my arsenal threatens no one.
My verbal assualt is cold hard, and blunt.
My intellect is bold brazen, and blunt.
My demeanor is driven scarred, and blunt
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