When my mind so sharp,
like stanley steel blade
I will cutt the iron strippe's,
that have inprissoned fate.
Then, demolish with pride,
the barricade's of uglyness
I will smash the window's,
of hell guy's, staring at us.
Than i'll try, to capture alive;
the rebel lider, of missfortune
And put into flame's, poster's in shrine,
of the bad luck, brought to us, in venture.
November 22.2012
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