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RIGHT OF LIFE
All my life I had to fight... this fight...
this fight... for the right of life.
Those that give me the most strife
are those claiming to have the right.
Of course, I am different
and from another time and place;
Yet still, I’m inclined to be
of the human race.

At the store in line at the front.
They pay me no mind,
not even ask what I want.
They Pretend they're unaware of me
clearly standing there.
Then the stares and silly grins
and acting as if I speak alien;
thrice repeating my needs again
Got me wondering what world I'm in.

As I leave, their smirks incite
any doings did in smite.
To be offensive in clear sight.
For Ignorance is a foolish rite
This fight... this fight... for the right of life
keeps me hyped to pull my knife.
I twirl to face these rude affairs.
But Away they turn and put on airs.

Then thoughts in my head goes ecliptic
~~~This eternal brawl of life is epic__
~~~rising up before you crawl is hectic__
~~~The venom spit at you goes septic__
~~~Your spirit dies and becomes decrepit__
~~~Your day is done and it's not poetic.
~~~So, clear your head. Be more authentic.

Think! Will this be the day
you give your wealth away?
~~~As precious as the moments be;
~~~why waste it all so suddenly?
~~~ on the waning minuscule few?
~~~Don't you have better things to do?

Halt now! I heed not your scorn of me,
for I am what I was born to be.
I say to you here. I say to you now;
loudly so you all can hear.
Be ye warned thy seed ye spew
will sprout a tree.
At its root, you may surprisingly see__
someone there just like me.

All my life I had to fight... this fight...
this fight... for the right of life.

Those that give me the most strife
are those claiming to have the right.
Of course, I am different
and from another time and place;
Yet still, I'm inclined
to be of the human race.

Eh... so I'm a little bit out of the norm... so what... haven't you heard of.... the little green men, fairies, and unicorns? How about Aqua man? .... Isn't he blueish- green? Ah, aa and there are people born with tails. ...
So, what I've got 3 eyes... they're all facing the same way...
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In memory of the unacceptably loss due to indifference

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