Jubel  
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Joined 24 April 2024


Joined 24 April 2024
25 APR AT 0:42

Souring high was a flag that flaunts,
With the wind that shouts
the breeze that cares
And the way it sways,
frolic!

Stands by it from day to day,
Through lectures ,speeches and hearts today
As the crowd cheers and respects the chant,
The anthem and the beautiful glare, fall? it shan't

For each rhythm it flaps
Making the visual, admiring as it be
The power it say
And the will it bay,
It's class and stance nevered dismay.

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25 APR AT 0:17

But who worries? not anymore-
-about the flag that had once flaunt
Those days I cannot forget
That now i cannot recollect

It's destined to now destitute
To the lifeless walls of a store for all-
That made sense to store but never to use
Might aswell dump it, in the next truck that awaits.
It contains nothing relevant
It has no place to be
Let alone be reverent,
Anymore to no more

Remove excess waste, remove the extra,
Keep it clean , keep it kempt,
Keep it unswaying,unembracing,undreamable...
keep it brief!

Brevity is best.

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25 APR AT 0:13

Souring high was a flag that flaunts,
With the wind that shouts
the breeze that cares
And the way it sways,
frolic!

Stands by it from day to day,
Through lectures ,speeches and hearts today
As the crowd cheers and respects the chant,
The anthem and the beautiful glare, fall? it shan't

For each rhythm it flaps
Making the visual, admiring as it be
The power it say
And the will it bay,
It's class and stance nevered dismay.

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25 APR AT 0:06

For one day a barren dream gets wet
The rain turns storm without regret
The smoke confronts the hissing defeat
The warmth died out so does the fleet
Unremorsed wind that stayed so long
Just for the times to change, now gone

The soaking strand and rubble aftermath
Drip down the last rhythm,
From gallant woosh to the pole hugging mesh
Loosened by stretch
Smeared by dirt
In an unrecoverable bed

Again I say, a land that never weathered even close
To such a tropical blunder,
Now has went afar shocked,
To the ruins it has never seen,
Maybe the lessons it had never seeded

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25 APR AT 0:01

Souring high was a flag that flaunts,
With the wind that shouts
the breeze that cares
And the way it sways,
frolic!

Stands by it from day to day,
Through lectures ,speeches and hearts today
As the crowd cheers and respects the chant,
The anthem and the beautiful glare, fall? it shan't

For each rhythm it flaps
Making the visual, admiring as it be
The power it say
And the will it bay,
It's class and stance nevered dismay.




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