When my pen speaks Know it is the heart that speaks It doesn't bleed to please For deceit, that would only yield.
When my pen speaks Know that the embedded messages Are only for the minds that need; Not for the compulsory readers to read.
When my pen speaks Know that every fruity word it inks Are upon, for the the sage to feed And for their generation plant the seed.
When my pen speaks Know that the word it inks Is the voice that the hearts need And word noise for the hearts that meed.
When my pen speaks Know that the word it inks Are wrought up for the message desired And not the one my hand lead.
When my pen speaks I know it is to the shenanigans Who puffs corruption weed For their selfish needs.
When my pen speaks
Know that it is the voice of the hearts.
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