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The unassuming man

Who’s neither hip nor cool

With his gentle manner

Thought by most a fool


Their words just fall away

As he deflects the blows

Fueling his fires

Upon broken slings and arrows


Disciple of silence

Time his willing ally

Harnessing the minds force

Seeing through the third eye


Creating a new order

Using rhythm and rhyme

Expanding each moment

Mastering space and time


Rumbling thunder roles

Kinetic force in hand

Riding lightening crashes

Tempest few can withstand


The stage is now set

Beckoning searchlights call

He storms into view

And a roar rocks the hall

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