is to see the imagination come to fruition
when someones work comes visible to the eye
and songs sweet symphonies audible to my
ears so sweet so beautifully made its official
that the next reasonable step is to get approval
to the critics we go for their iron law comment
but all too often the critics decide to bomb it
Often percieved as different and never accepted
The constant abuse caused her to be affected
until one day to everyones surprise
her will to live left leaving the soul to die
Not a death by a morticians standards
but a death of the self, one worse to imagine
To be confined to conformity and not allowed to be true
she's a husk, just a shell and its because of you
sticks and stones may break my bones
but words can never hurt me
then why is it that words often incur a penalty
derogutory phrases are seen as a harm
but if words mean nothing how can Shit cause alarm?
so pardon me if i use offensive lyrical slurs
this is a battle and my weapons are words
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