The blighter of all things unseen
Beneath the cracks
Behind the windows
And other places inbetween
There lays a proof
Weighing heavy on hearts,
Throwing humanity for a loop
So we grabbed our scoops
And shovels
Making way to the bubble
That we must break
For all is at stake
But wait, I see
That truth in me
Shining bright as can be
Calling, begging, for the stand of
The Revolutionary.
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