From my component perspective
in the stewing pious chatter
does freedom of truth reflective
alter all forces that matter
without loving the reflection
while stumbling up the ladder
since we all share this collection,
ills shaking us until madder,
raging at injustice of will
amassing with that sweaty fist
any method that makes us kill
our sovereign duty to resist.
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