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Freedom of words


I'm coming home To tell the world To express to excess Though the pain in words and the love in quotes Don't put me down, for my own faults for being an individual To say hateful things from speaking heartfelt sayings Corrupt my minds by the world To the eyes of symbols which swallow my soul whole Thinking God almighty for a pen, paper an a mind This democracy we live in I share a home or a picture everyday To capture a miracle of an talent in everyway Freedom of words is an talent Don't take advantage, I won't No man shall not take for me I will shoot you down With no violence My words are like bullets My hand is on the trigger of a pen My mind is the boom and ringing The reason why I write its also an fight to freedom the freedom of words People killing others over nothing But not me I am killing Your ears and eyes So stop look and listen If you don't check yourself
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