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I am a gadfly |
From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...
Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...
The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...
His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...
Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...
They ascend to judgment
on stilts of sycophancy...
What have we become?
How loud, how long, how lost, how numb...
No one comes to see my garden,
to sit...
O, a head,
the spark...
None may speak above right
For Right is the ultimate of mankind...
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Sometimes pure honesty |
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Man is free only when |
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We never are |