This cell is dank and beckons souls,
My worries do not result to just me...

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As the Child walks down the hall of infamy...

Citizens enraged take their stance,
while the youth kindly takes their dance...

I am clearly Philosophical,
and at the say time whimsical...

Tis troubling indeed,
but i am not reviled...

Time never gives refunds,
amid the challenging fate...

I know you well,
sitting in the nestle...

To be free is to assemble to anything,
To overt your senses into caring to humanity...

God brings men to thy trinity of creation,
we as fool's believe in the fodder...

Conformity is a downfall indeed,
social anxiety must not exceed...