bare truth 

My firey spirit is contagious 

Catch this revolution 

*Atchoo* 

Sound the alarm 

Be my witness 

As I strut all over your failed attempts at bringing me down 

Feel that? Your jaw tense, your brows furrow, a warm ball of discontentment perched atop your solar plexus?

You mad because you know that your words and disapproval have no effect on me in the slightest 

And you hate to see me defy every law that held you back 

If you ever do dare to get out of that hazmat suit

You’ll see that catching this flu will give you immunity against a slow and agonizing death of your heart and mind 

Unless you like to be buried in your risk-proof hazmat suit 

Respond to bare truth 

Fire away!

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