See that boy you made fun of for reading a book? Last night his best friend committed suicide.
See that girl you called fat? She is starving herself.
See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country.
See that young boy you made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.
Copy and paste this on your profile if you are against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't
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Hello, my name is renegade.
What I say is ponderous,
how I say it is thunderous.
I am unafraid
of the side comments that are slanderous,
even though they're jabs of painfulness.
When people set up a barricade,
I go through it undismayed,
and my enemies go colorless.
I guess that makes me dangerous,
but this isn't an escapade.
Then this gives an accolade,
from the rest of the masquerade.
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Welcome to the show,
please step inside
my mind,
and try to find,
the everchanging tide.
It's not my might
these chains are on tight,
too bad, I cannot fight,
all I can is write,
it's time to say goodnight.
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Nothing to loose,
every day cues.
Untill as a muse
wear someone's shoes.
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Pointing fingers,
laughter lingers,
multiple triggers.
It figures.
Lines dance
a trance
shattered glass
the lance
thrown by the mass.
She cried
light that tried
lied.
She fled
her mind lead,
black places they tread.
Now on 'anti' depresent med.
better than being dead.
Definitely not,
she still fought
the lot everyday,
because they won't lay
off.
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six hands,
all different clans,
with life commands,
as they expand.
Give back what was stolen,
fix what is broken.
Set forth in motion,
this emotion,
to stop this erosion.
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In this final hour,
I've won life's race,
and Earth's embrace
I won.
Now my face
is gone,
with first light's dawn,
under the nice green lawn.
Don't be so dour,
and leave here empowered,
Because I'm still here loving you.
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