How Can One Know
How can one know,
if it's possibly the real deal?
Able to see through layers,
Without having to peel.
Birds will fly and play,
around him this very day.
Teaching those who are inside or parked,
trying to build something new.
Why fear the bite,
if you only hear the bark, bark, bark.
Like parables of old,
he will try to save all,
who walk two by two.
Showing them the gangplank,
to a modern day ark.
Do you really have to fear,
if you suspect?
After all,
he's just a man,
Like any veteran once named Stan.
Talking to the ones who were over there,
Agent Orange,
causing them to lose their hair.
You will know him,
because he tries to warn of consequences.
Doesn't try to erect, or build, six foot fences.
DO NOT APPROACH one that's real.
He teaches from long distance,
by making you feel.
Can you ever,understand,
when playing your games,
He's just the one like you,
trying to deal,
not looking for fame.
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