Revolutionary Artist

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3:18

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Other

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Revolutionary Artist The one that is going to spark a revolution Hoping that is the start to arrival of solution Take pride in history Uncover the secret of these taught mystery But somehow the revolution became under the principle of planetary motion Revolution that has mirrored the direction of rotation Gotten lost on the path Calculations from inaccurate math Now he is fill with wrath Wrath that he wants to take out on others But disguise thoughts of accusations classified some as the enemy Justifying it by telling others these should be theirs too Fist held high in the air But go where From here, Fist closed, but at some point it will open The other hand will join, and it will be not the sign of pride But the gesture of surrender There is motion hindered From being frozen There is a time for change Not only change from the investment paid But in degrees as seasonal change In degrees geometrical Ninety degrees from vertical to horizontal Knock the enemies out This is the season of autumn In the deciduous forest, the enemies shall fall Fail in mission That fell on receptive ears Passed on to deceptive peers Oppression becomes the language of acceptance Optimism is under rejectance Pessimistic has become the way Lived everyday The revolution has multiple definitions Accomplishments of change as the mission Was lost in translation, now it has become a geometric journey in circles Circling like vultures in the desert Out in the open of endless spotlight There was never a night So there was no rest No rehydration Therefore failed the test Never a successful arrival to the destination Frustrations is taken out on the audience While this experience Is filled with inner spiritual turmoil Revolution What was to be a mission of peace and love Now fueled with hatred Which is crumbling in the foundation It has become a market selling Sprinkle with a little truth Sweetened with artificial sweetener Like corn syrup Can’t tell the difference So lies fill these cups That many drink from Ignorance is bliss and free Since the price of attention Many cannot pay Investment plans are not attained through comprehension So since I didn’t march, I guess I’m not a revolutionary artist The only March I knew was the third month of the Julian calendar But somehow the unity is still not accomplished in the community I may not be Revolutionary artist For I am a Revelationary Synapticalist By the way to accomplish revolution When the oppressor strikes one cheek Turn around 360 degrees and strike the other’s cheek Therefore when he turns, the other cheek was turned too.