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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