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Revolution will not be televised,

The same way television will not be revolutionized,

Thats why I use this pen,

The revolution in my hand,

A generation cannot be defined,

What is a definition of a generation?

Where do we draw the line?

I am trying to push the line,

Mold it into words,

Never get over this crush

Unlike a high school infatuation,

Look again, in fact what you are facing, 

Deeper than my dead skin,

My heart racing,

Genuinely, I am in love,

All my love in genuine plus all of the above*

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If it wasn't for this pen,

My whole present would be spent,

With lost souls,

Finding peace with consoles,

Would I be able to bear the onslaught,

Only God knows,

But all I muster is false hope,

Coz my audience lesser than dog shows,

No skull or crossed bones,

Only dive deeper than the bottom of the glass,

My bottle has been smashed,

After few shots it all makes sense,

Don't bother with the blend,

Keep pace with the bleeding pen,

My only weeping friend,

the feelings won't matter,

coz the hope gets lost, and the dream shatter*