Crucified by electric shocks.
Forced to don the prickly diadem of
A nonsensical normal.
Led on a torturous trek
Through the ghetto of ignorance.
Stoned by a million rocks
Of low expectations.
Bleeding holy blood.
Inspiring us believers.
To shred the ghastly gospels of past.
And author our own scriptures of light.
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