Reciting Anger 

Waving my middle finger until it goes tidal/ if I’m versing then my cursing verses the bible/ any and all shitty writing is my only rival/ God knows sometimes this is less fun more survival/ groups of words are what keep me tribal/ and if this can heal wounds let it be my revival/ playing in the darkness until I start to spiral/ unable to see anyone’s importance but that’s vital/ to coming back from holding onto a false idol/ you can’t find your narrative from a title/ currently fuck yous are the entire recital/ but if I choose to blow up it’ll be by going viral/ 

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