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Oh, I’m eccentric on burning
Terrains,
For it’s a war zone where there’s
Pandemics
Pushing peaceniks to overlooked
Migraines
And Jesus freaks to sidekicks and
Skeptics.
We’re all at fault and punished
Together
Still accountable for what our race
Does.
It’s a race to be a fast
Bellwether.
We’re chased because we can’t answer
Because.
We’re locked like lip-locked legends pass
The clocks,
Shocked verily in our classless
Bodies.
Isaiah Lawrence 