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The surname of a hunter with an O in its front, a prefix that the Irish will claim,
French by the records will show so just Google it to find this in accurate frame,
The history shows a military named, coat of arms is archived to date,
Also its known his descendants have come, escaping their governments complaint,
So Europe to America seventeenth century, in 1066 England came
From France and that conqueror Will, Latin word its derived meaning hunting ground, game,
So what of these facts and this conjugate name that I heard by an after-sound plain,
Your little voice sounds like this mental impression but not my voice that's not the same,
The pain of an Artist who draws abstract's pain of the lyricist hiding her pain,
What of the mystic whose chose heaven's spoken to sum written content refrain,
This gets gain, meaning: gets bigger and figures of speech giving figures at aim,
To arrive at conventional methods effected arriving the causes of blame,
Inside me applauding dividing the body of ideas camaraderie came,
If only was legal to speak revolution against our entirely fame,
Swayed by elections with choices selected to hide their protected display,
Preyed on by elements subversive sanctions developments get underway,
The point isn't silly or made by a cowardice whom in fact feels rebels will,
I'm Reil sounds like innocence not imitation fought immanent powers that still,
Thieves and reacting to that very acting my angst is barbaric on page,
Paper mache is embarrassing tangles then blatently they hawked the gage,
Grimaced each time on the news its so deadly the common cold flu shots amaze,
For those ignorant stupider federal chambered elected impressions ablaze,
My message has wondered from migrations haven not mecca but one time refuge,
Come to America so often noted the land of the free kittens huge,
It rhymed but my calendar tells me i'm open to fall out and call out the you,
Youth, universities, hippies, and citizens not yet convinced of this truth,
War had been ordered upon all our people from our nations capital pours,
Orders and lawful permissions inventions selected attention to ores,
Mining natural resources power and capture the law making gates,
Justice has always been Roman Law now its an awful like leadership waits,
But freedoms are stolen each day we keep holding each reason we let go their way,
Go away boy I wish they would time to pray Infinite Image repays,
Fairness and equally made to awareness and paid the same people sustain,
We the people ain't so far from the keyhole see thru to identical days,
Ill end this by saying in plain English: Time to revolt and restore the good ways.
Thank you

About this poem

Lots of things by their sheer size can be put in the oven. Would it be safe? Is it edible and going to be cooked? Are we talking kiln or scientific process? Is this just a metaphor? This poem is a play from the made up word for this title, but the accent is on the 1st e.

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Written on August 27, 2022

Submitted by Reil on August 28, 2022

2:29 min read

Reil Exce Rosanjelix

What more can tell me what I want you to say if and when another person asks my life. To size up the gap between me and her and you and them and then, is just pretend. I like people who are reel, factual, proven, honest, disciplined, empowered, enlightened, upon us, and Mystic. Do I have anything to add? Pick up where I left off, and come find me. more…

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