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Rage

The Unfair Absurdity The callous spit spat The disgrace, my dreams crushed The shoe on my hat I was in the clear, I saw Valhalla, Victory was mine. However, my glory was robbed, thunder stolen, By demeaning lying swine. To my writing I go To escape from tyranny Where my pen paints my thoughts And my mind is truly free

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