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Do not forget his name.
He lived in a time of lesser men.
His country a ruin ruled by fear
A century paling in glory to his strength
A country in ruins ruled by small, rich men.
Do not forget his name.
He lived for ideas garbled now
Into meaninglessness, stained by the blood
Of friends, radiated by the darkness
Of betrayal and dreamless eyes.
Do not forget his name
He was a hero in a time that hates heroes.
His country a pile of lives tagged
With a ratβs shadow across the face
Of a bald man, paling in fear of his shadow.
Do not forget his name.
And seek the truth he shared
Though we know there are no truths.
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