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Do you hear the echoes?
How they scream so hollow?
Can you hear the passion that was once within?
Do you hear how it died with each new skin?
The messages were once clear and full of pride
But with each resounding echo

It slowly died
It is the scream in the cavern
The walls mocking with each rebound
Becoming morphed with each new sound
Love thy neighbor becomes
They are not us
Burn the town

The orator must hate himself
To see his message become so twisted
He had spoken with passion with heart
It was never meant to become scripted
So save the orator
Make the right choice
Speak loudly the original message
Restore it’s voice

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