It is imperative that we do not circumscribe to being thorny.
Veritably all will accede to rising in the morning.
Though I'm melodramatic, we must abnegate and repress such static.
All pervading overcast of complicity, we must abtly resolve.
Though many cry God save the king, remain iconoclastic and God
Save us all.It is our allegiance to the world, we interlope, enfranchised from the phlegm that strangles hope.
How heavy are these portent gestures we bare?
Who will our struggles e