drips of blood infect his life

Wrongly stabbed with his own knife.

The pen can always beat the sword,

but weren't those his final words?

Immortal through your legacy, 

Only trying to be free

Burning books and boiling ink

why aren't we allowed to think?

Self-expression is the phrase

But we all just blindly praise

Life controlled by institution

Time to start a revolution.

The End

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