Revolution

I am not a martyr but a revolutionary with my poetry as my weapon i know you all wonder what a few rhyming words can do and to that i say not all poems rhyme...but i digress i am not a hero but a revolutionary with my cloak of knowledge and my armor of faith standing tall in the dismal mishaps of those who didnt care enough too so fear not my friends our time has come we fall as many but we fight as one

This poem is about: 
Our world

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