Yelling At the Daffodils
Pick what you want or ridicule all
Here i stand never going to fall
I am an indestructible force
A man who wont kneel but die on his feet
The last man standing my head held high
My mind fill the ether like clouds in the sky
Outside the box a lateral surveyor
No god will answer my prayer
A freak a weirdo, just a little bit off
For all that berate me
You can all do your worst
Your pitiful lives are all your own curse
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