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Sealed with kiss and a tear drop My silence is no longer loud... my rumbling of fight is over flowing with an abundance My thoughts marching to beat with its fist held high No army behind me... but my world my vision my thoughts my fight for what is right burned and etched into the ground that is carrying my conviction and voice to a peak left untouched by the voiceless Echoes of my streamed liner of secreted submission... that burn and take away the very essence of who i am.... no longer will my head hang low or fist fall flat. I am here I matter....I am my army.