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My fists are indestructible maces

With martial alacrity they’ll find your faces

I maintain harmony and I do not seek this

But when I strike there’ll be no meekness

Why do I speak of breaking wasted spaces and of

Rearranging features like Tony Jaa’s sneakers

Let me restate, it’s not with hate, bleakly speaking our good need be as strong as the ones who do wrong

One day even the nicest need to rise and sing the heroes song