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lead verse

Capture the hearts of the people with the words in verse you speak.
Even after your death, we listen in awe at the sound of your voice.
The way your tongue rolls leaves very little to the imaginations
deciding elements.  Lead the collective group of souls to the brink 
of hell and back, to sleep soundly in their beds.
Send the weary into a frenzy of confidence.
Cast the wicked into the ring to be stoned.
No eternal being can save them now, not while poets like us exist.
Send your words to the girl down south.
She will send back a bandage for your broken spirit.
Time is on our side.  For now...

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