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I win you lose, let's get over that fact.


Enslaved! That's what I am you are England and I am a fighter You detest me for this Going against your tyranny Not blindly following like a sheep I hate you for that Punishing me for only stating what other could not Would not A mutual hatred For different reasons But you hold the power I hold nothing Or do I? I hold the revolution
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Well, my poetry can be morbid or empowering so yeah…

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you start a revolution that defines who you are great job

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