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I expel the hell in which I dwell
To meet a mellow fellow bellow the words
I am the god that created the odd sod which you walk on
Now step on and let me demonstrate
That the estate which we reciprocates corrupt
The cruelest fools tools rule like an immortal mortal
With a portal to everywhere and everything
The murder mystery of poverty and misery
Speaking up is less of an option than corruption
Those who follow wallow hollowly yet proudly
In the cloudy stage of strife life
Only a poet knows what a poet knows
They don't know how to expose it though
Because a poet speak in ordinary codes
It was a metaphor for... I don't know

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