I'd sooner raise my voice then raise a fist.
what honest impulse to bring harm with lack of proper intellect.
yell out you fools, lest you shall not be heard.
how eerie violence be, how shameful can it be?
what pacifist would pass a fist to "fix" society?
be brutal as can be to make the pussies see he who holds to biggest stick
can rule his own country.
a leader of a gang. a fighter in a ring. who's brain tossed left and right
is like a bird with out it's wings. How lonely are the bright whom live without a fight. with which his livelihood is trite and unrewarding.
I have yet to see how courage is the key to winning over patrons of the art.
when can we earn a spot without having to have fought a scoundrel without any more to gain.
when will the madness end?
how can we ever win?
without showing off and intimidating.
our human minds still small.
our impulses to strong.
we now know how to kill
so it shan't not be to long.
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