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Come here; lend me the ears of the unheard listener’s peers
Vision fear that’ll hit your cranium with precision like spears
Envision the tears pouring from a child abused by its elders
This here is the words bent in the wind fused by the welders
Music for feelings that’ll ignite passion, lust n the love
It’s a must to shrug at the bottomless trust that we’ve dug
Concussions and blood, meshed in the sketches of thugs
One question is plugged etched in the lesson ‘bout drugs
What’s really fun and what’s just an addictive habit?
Chasing the dragon or maybe a white convicting rabbit
A restricted advocate defending the needs of a man
Feed on the plan blamed on the most feeble of hands
Here’s an ace with a goal replacing his lazy ass soul
A fool with a smart plan as a whole how to shape in the mold
With the sentence of comma, coma and glaucoma
The dichotomy of seen and unseen taste and aroma
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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