The endless axis
upon which we all sing out
defy the dismal discourse
of squawks and bleating
forgetting gonna bes
leave behind the wannabes
the enemy's right here
and I am defeating
meaning as I say and
What I say is I will
as I stand up
and reclaim the true quill
there must be renewal
there must be restoration
this must be the new day
because I feel so free
vice vanished
a thousand terrors banished
in one clean sweep
I must confess it was me
ascending that slope
come to cure not kill
I hold the universal prescription
in the form of the true quill
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