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Someday within me this fire that burns oh so brightly Will erupt loud in the face of this hollow city that glitters like gold and sparkles like silver
Someday terror will not become synonym to this life of mine Innocence wouldn't be severed by the dirty pervertedness at the tender age of nine
Someday the ones that take to the streets shall be rewarded by juicy satisfactions & peace Against all odds, the greedy that pour tonnes of gasoline would suffer the wrath of a single wrongly perceived match.
Someday she will walk tall with her head held high at moonlit hours & climb corporate ladders With no shred of fear for life or of being able to see the sunrise.
Someday every stand taken will count as this revolution shall surpass & humanity shall thrive When the world will be a little less cruel and a little more sensitive.
Someday this flesh shall be buried or cremated in a state of said seldom A belief, however, will long live that then shall my poetry breathe fresh freedom
