They say joy
Is the act of having great happiness and pleasure
Apparently
I can't have regalement
Too many people got my name in their mouths
Dropping subpar diss poems just to get applause
Thinking they're cooking some nice alliteration
I know the truth
I know the devious conniving thoughts about them
It's hidden in their egos and pride
Right now
Let me address my opposition
Using their opposing views and perceptions for opportunity
The crown still heavy and maleficence is infatuated with company
You claim to live a life of calm
But forgot the balm in Gilead
Diluting your ignorance for the world to see your arrogance
That rests rules and resigns in your ocular orifice
Misery makes metaphors melancholy
Mourning made mornings miserable
Hold up
Let me cut to the chase
I'm free
I'm jubilant
I'm happy
I've released instead up bottling up emotions
Rage transmuted into joy
Pain transmuted into power
Scars healed
Look at the monster you've awaken now
After I cause disruption on your ignorance
Joy will come.
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