This poem is an entry from my book named "A Broken Picture" which was a requirement in one of my English class way back in high school (SY: 2000-01).Old Floaters(Hold Your Breath)
Just when everyone seemed so passionate
Striped stinging insect fasten soaked chemise
Independent f*cking pigs of Malacañan vomit
All you masses learn to hold your breath
You placed me here, I won't be coming down
I'm your precedent, I won't be coming down
Nothing learned from the scab of Plaza Miranda
Inclined phantasm of that cannon was true
Weak singled-out off the pavillion of majority
Cardinal Sin wasn't a pacifist but an advocate
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