I Stand Alone
Throughout history, there have been observers.
There have been overseers.
There have been sideliners.
I am.
The world moves on with constant motion.
Oppression running wild without submission.
But there are those who fight these notions.
I am.
In a country as free as this.
Who could guess such occurances exist?
Society puts on fake bliss.
I am.
With so many horrific activities.
Some try to oppose thus with speeches.
They are shut down by leader calls.
I am.
With one final shout, I stand alone.
I stand alone.
Alone.
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