Marked Prophecy

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West Coast or East,

Cliques don't give a Rip in the very least,

Rumors, hate, and bullying I wish to cease.

Your judgement, your mockery, your philiosophy,

Tore my heart and skin your favorite comedy,

Almost another life lost in their eyes is no grief stricken tragedy,

My blood only contradicts your so called honesty,

So tell me will cliques and bullying end possibly,

When they hit rock bottom a change will stir, mark my prophecy! 

 

 

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