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They told me to write it write it loud
Through the smoke through the fog through the digital crowd
Click-clack fingers dance on keys
Whispers of truth through electric seas
A nickel for a thought a dime for a rant
Words ain’t free but the paycheck’s scant
Blurt it out on Blurt.blog
Truth in the wires through the smog
Blurt it out on Blurt.blog
A prophet with a paycheck a voice in the fog
My audience? Ghosts and bots and thieves
Feeding on scraps of my pixel dreams
They laugh they cry they never speak
But their shadows linger for a week
Am I a preacher or just a clown?
Throwing words while the world spins down
Blurt it out on Blurt.blog
Truth in the wires through the smog
Blurt it out on Blurt.blog
A prophet with a paycheck a voice in the fog