The hates, have raffishness, selfishness.
They're quaintity, we're quality.
We're rabid, they're race.
They carry their, savagenes, throughout the censuring of their face.
They're rabble, we're reble.
We're authority's srength of silence.
For silence is the way we speak.
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A Poet
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