The Resolution
THE RESOLUTION
Is there not civil constitution?
Are we not endowed?
The bearers of the note
Thus then for equality
But nay I say
Weary hearts lead flattered egos
In an instant to believe evil lures
Thy own hearts desire
Now with torture in place
Thy answer comes swiftly upon thy own self
Valor was but a fleeting glimpse
Harsh reality becomes thy own makeup
Bitter bondage
Prevalence being the stench of one’s own security
Led by resolution thy sacrifice thine own being
And then no longer constitution
Marked by a beastly fashion of thine own hearts desire!
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