To The Obsolete

To The Obsolete short poem

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Pass out your punishment
I care not for your ideals
nor am I capable to accept

Pass out your punishment
Your “logic” offends
and I will not entertain

Pass out your punishment
I fear you not, you are obsolete in my mind
You choose lies before truth
you are unforgivable
and I refuse to be
unforgivable too

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I am twenty years young from Ireland, I write to express and to say the things I could never make audible. I have little academic knowledge of poetry but I'm okay with that! I live to gaze at stars and question everything, my ultimate dream is to reset the factory settings of humanity...
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