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Death loomed, smelling of doom,
on an impossible night,
where our star was bright.
It took the life of a good human,
our philosopher, our hero.
But who really he is,
not that, is this?
Who really is he?
...
We know him as a god,
our leader, our light.
But what if he's pretending?
Like the universe, tactics expanding?
I wonder, I question,
showing really no intention,
to end this trend.
Cutting life's strand,
that day...
...
The room was bare that day,
with a machine where out hero lay,
on the cusp of death
A sword in thin sheath,
waving about
waving around
waiting for a life to claim.
but love was to blame,
for the sword never got its wish.
That, was the story,
to the beginning of his glory.
...
At fame, he controlled, lied,
and then his fame multiplied.
The 'alarmist prophecies,'
from a misunderstood human species. (INTJ)
I think he knew he was such a member,
and he could not let the public remember,
or he would fade from history.
Yet the public, unforgiving,
amplified his mistaking,
and called him out.
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Emotions, death, personalities,
a story of much,
physics, disability, edges,
all in one as such.
Now, here I say in 2021,
he has changed my life,
forever, in fame and strife.
I have pondered his past like the stars,
now it is time to break the mental bars.
The moon was bright, tonight,
and now, all will be set right.