I make scribbles
Ripples of blobs
Globs of paint smeared all over
Reversed and cursed
Blamed and named
I came to the canvas
Despite my inclination to destroy
I forgot a line on the perfected dime of time
I take a cloth and rub out all imperfections
The knob flashes
Forgotten masterpieces
Made all the time
Spreads misinformation
Mixed with rhymes
I cry but I'm not weak
I survive all the damage you caused
I pause and discover a nation in peril
Surviving all the crime
That it commits
I'm in the pit
More moments time wastes
I paste a new code on the wall
Warning of the plague yet to fall
A new code of lore
Hides behind the locked door.
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