Clamor for Identity.
"Just a face in the crowd"... Cliche drives purpous hidden like light Encringed within shade's malignent shrowd. Holding individual propriety against that what is right, Individualism cowers in the omnipotence of socialism. In the scrutinous interception of "one" thought provocative Concerning the clockwork of "id" numbers issued and canceled, The trivial case of nongermane is birthed From the barren fields of the world as we divvy Our scions into the woe-full Procrastinating clamor of individual propriety, Being the sole definition of our so called "Identity". Hence the woe-full provocative held for socialism heirs...
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What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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