Ethnocentrism1A Poem by ImmanuelWords used in fragments based on thoughts.
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Break Light Keep On Take up the Fight The Fight is Futile But Come Along Life is not of Logic But of Song So sing it loud and use your voice and be proud we are the republic and the people of the town we sing for joy, we sing for death, we sing for everything until our final breath. The world is broke And Muddy too. We keep it up. We make it through. for we are here. we are alive we are the searching and the reaching pool of slime. We are made far We are made weak, We are made of something that other men seek. We are the Cross And upsetting loss we are the hopefulls and the hopeless who haven't lost. So clear your head. And take a breath. keep things moving step by step we are the pain we are the life we are another single moment steeped in strife. We're unafraid, our hearts our strong, our minds our clear, we'll get along... We are the people... and the hope, we are the thing that this world swings from, from a rope.
© 2016 ImmanuelAuthor's Note
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Added on November 11, 2016 Last Updated on November 11, 2016 AuthorImmanuelAbout"Writer" with overly Ambitious Goals, and a Messiah Complex. I do my best. also since this is a thing. I'm new here. more..Writing
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