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peace to dead poets, to most we owe, its about time we show our awe in a flow, some respect towards those and controlling future woes, power we all stow, but taught to ignore though i ain't pointing fingers, let loose out your throat, from your mouth scream you'll float, that flow be what its all about. MORE, as i materialize a peace they didn't know before, guided by lights lets show them more, the path, most known but ignored at home, what you talk about? We was born stone then molded by Machiavelli before dawn and blamed, but just a pawn, but thats not your fate, open your eyes as you break faith, chop it up and use it as bait, then leave cause we never wait, to each thee own they must find alone, with light shone from my poem, wield it like a stone! and skip it in a pond, them ripples be your influence upon this world when I'm gone.