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Rhythm, Rhymes, and Defecation

Read at your own discretion, whilst filtering my aggression
my dreams become an obsession, in an ambient location,
away from frustration, your world, with abbreviation,
your criticizing inquisition, in non-fiction, nor taking position.
I know thyself through deterioration, in no need of introduction,
just induction and justification through stubborn progression.
I will take these legions and lead them to destruction!
To find gratification, I must first seek the ratification
in total conjunction, with this proclamation of explanation.
I need no recognition, for my decision is in arbitration of this damnation.

Twisted and fitted with acquitted acidic restriction
I’m honed in to the big picture and I’ve about had it in.
Finding that riddled with an unusual perspective,
my life must be inconclusive with an intrusive speculation.
Sit down, erase the frown of your periling situation,
for the general population will cower in fear of your open emotion.
Empathy is dead and so is freedom in this time of socialization.
I can’t get said point out in my current situation of oppression.
I’m drowning in a sea of desolation, and unrelenting elimination.
Yet I will stand victorious in the end with my illumination.
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  1. KortneyMay 28, 2011 at 3:01 PM

    You need to take Creative Writing at CPCC. You would do really well and I think you'd really enjoy it. I really like this piece, Myke!

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