The truth of isolation,
the force upon my life,
the different now has seen,
and sampled all the spite.
Named an Album after,
accomplishments 'We' made,
even 'Songs' do capture,
the value of the plight.
To have an experience,
this Country is so trite,
that the 'plays' of evening,
have opened up the bright.
To nothing lost in gaining,
the feudal done to skype,
not only is this service,
it's a funeral for the Might.
Crushing Human Beings,
for betterment in reams,
shows the Age of Iron,
is backwards in the fight.
Interesting seeing,
I'm not the only Being,
that's trashed for what is valued,
Freedom and the Rite.
Never forget the World watch,
it sees by no mistake,
the numbers in the taken,
are valued by the stake.
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