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You can and will take the the revolutionary out of the revolution|

But the revolution will revolt against the illusion|

Overtake the delusion|

End the ill conclusion|

And nullify destitution|

Forsake those who enact the acts of the institution|

But you can not and will not take the revolution from the heart of the evolution|
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  1. krouthSeptember 12, 2011 at 9:18 AM

    Love this! I had to read it out loud. This would be awesome in a song (actually I think that a lot of your stuff sounds very lyrical). :)

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  2. Ed VillatoroSeptember 13, 2011 at 6:21 AM

    Ahh yes, I meant for it to be read out loud. Good eye.
    And thank you, I try my best.

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  3. Amelia ElliottSeptember 16, 2011 at 1:56 PM

    You've got a wonderful way with words! Keep it up!

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  4. Ed VillatoroSeptember 16, 2011 at 6:28 PM

    Amelia, Thank You! :)
    I'm flattered that you think so. And ill try to keep it up :)

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