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Writer's pictureBryant Rogers

T’was the Fight to the Finish

Its appalling yet awesome, its awing yet awful my acknowledgements are also all aimed on auto, But beware the benevolent, boring yet benefit, brilliant and bending they’re breaking, like Benjamin, Creative and clever, cold yet contempt, charismatic creatures can’t change with no cents. Diplomatic yet dark, decipher, declare, decrease the domestic and all those who dare, End with effect, put easy to ease… eminent, my echo emerge the elite, Fate is a fable, a fantasy, false. So I fade into fame a fragile fox. Gargantuan Gods, the guards generous gamers, generate greed to the goons and the gangsters, While hazardous homeless in hardship have hope, for habitual habitats of harmonious homes, An instant in this is illicit, and ill, because ignorant idiots impair and impel. And justice is judged by the jaunty and jagged, whom jeopardize joy for the juvenile jackass. And kings keep their kingdom, in key of the kosher, and knowledge is killed in kept of the knower, Lost to the losers who lash out in libel, and leech off the lenient and lie to the liable. Men who migrate meet with the militant, mothers of minors misfit and merited, Nevertheless the narrow-minded nag on the news, and niggas, naïve, are notched on a noose. Oppressed, and obedient, one outlooker, obscure, objects the opposing of which others observe. Prevail for the principal of prior positions, the peasant plots his political profession. Quick-witted and quiet on his questionable quest, he’s quibbles quickly, his quarry to quench. Remarkable rally, rose rapid and resolute, his reign and reform relieved and recoupued. The sheepish shortsighted skipped for the shelter to shield from the shift the skeptic had severed. The thugs turned timid, those triumphant titans, threats, theft, and tragic the tirade was trifling. Undivided and unclad, the uneducated united, the ugly, unruly, unsound were unsighted. No value in vain, the veil was now vanquished. The vile and violent villains were vacant. While warmhearted and welcome the wise yokel was worn, yielding his zeal to the zealous youth that yearn

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