Ahh! The woes of those misunderstood,
Burning and ashy, like stale wood,
Trapped in the tales of apocryphal lies,
Buried beneath innumerous tries.
Clean your act! Tell those who care!
My life is not for you to stare!
Pass them comments! Spread the trash!
Before your eyes, beholder, I shall not crash.
I’ll keep me hidden; I’ll keep me safe,
Protect thyself, like a warrior brave
Disclosing thee, a treacherous act!
Negotiation? Shan’t make no pact.
Blasphemy bites the true patriot,
Who can’t let her companions rot,
But who shall have to face them tall,
Someday, finally; once and for all.
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