Divergent
I am a limited edition,
I know you don’t like this competition,
But I don’t need your permission,
To be in this condition,
I’m Not Afraid of confrontation,
Or the number of your population,
I do not care of your position,
Or the number of your ammunition,
Cause I already built an impenetrable contraption,
Made from the Same Love, passion and religion,
All of the “rights” in which you have cost devastation,
I bet the White House can’t beat this fortification,
That in this mind; but overall in this heart, lives protection,
Protection against the world’s incomprehension,
And if you still don’t get my indication,
Of what I just mentioned,
Let me give you a suggestion,
Go get a dictionary & look up the words brainless and perception,
And look up their definitions.
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