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I was deemed a heretic,

a snake that charmed with rhetoric,

a mis-informed derelict,

a ruse to mis-use.

Black stone in one hand,

the defendent's on the stand,

hot with mixed emotions,

roils and riles the land.

Votes are not shields 

or walls,

but build them if you must.

Just us running down the halls,

in de-mock-racy we trust.