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￭ Damn the rain
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2016-01-05 | |
Let me tell you the story of the big headed man
I shall not start with once upon a time
since this didn't happen then
this is a story of each and one of us
who have the guts and knowledge-
This man was born with a big head and a heart to match
he promoted empathy in a place where there wasn't such
he tried to implement kindness on his own
thus showing he was a rose not a thorn;
every man he met was placed under being good
even though their actions and words said that they shouldn't
he gave anyone a chance
respecting their free will-
this man unwittingly became just a threat
his head was too big for anyone he met
you could easily spot him inside of a crowd
his eyes were so pure his heart was not proud.
Such an environment cannot succeed
if people will no longer be led by greed
so they tried to push the man to walk on his own
'we don't need no changes inside our own home'.
Miserable his life was supposed to become
they didn't expect for this man to bloom
his heart grew bigger in spite all their deeds
their conscience however it was full of guilt.
With a smile on his face
he embraced them all
leaving just a few words of grace:
'Haven't you learned nothing from the phoenix bird?
You cannot kill a man who already died once
yet a man who thinks love is his own essence.'
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