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This is
the pulpit from which I spit my cud.
I clench the microphone with
white knuckled fists and
burn the ducts of my eyes with sweat.
And it's time for you to do the same.
Tear this mic from my hands.
Let's shred our voices screaming
over things we'll never comprehend.
Because this is the stage where
trudging through the stagnant chords
can make us feel the same.
Make us feel as if we belong...
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