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We stand on a tightrope,
Holding our rights like weights,
We walk forward, slow and steady,
They say if we make it to the end,
"We can be free,"
At this point the ringmaster,
A fierce false prophet,
A liar at soul,
Is above our heads,
Looming, waiting for our fall,
The end of the rope,
May be a facade,
Hold your head high,
We are strong,
And he won't catch us falling
- Garnet D. (Me :D )