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There's a cold rage building in the dead. 

vive le Revolution :-)

We cook and care for the Pigs at the top while they spill us the scraps. Sometimes not even that. Time to change the menu. We are the Power.

For soldiers... 

This poem is meant to represent the idea of an authority tell people who they are and who they should be, and punishing people for exploring and embracing their individualism. Although the Vanilla Bean Queen refuses to let you see the true of herself directly, the true of her is nonetheless exposed through her actions (i.e., "I SEE YOU").

Almost missed today, but I wasn't feeling to great today so I spent a majority of my day in bed. Still, the posts are still coming. This piece was kind of my look at some old monarchys in the past, or an idea for a story of mine. As always, criticism is welcome and appreciated.

Not so much a poem, more of an outcry to take action.