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Reaver
I am the stone that the builder refused.
I am the visual, the inspiration
That made ladies sing the blues.
I'm the spark that makes your idea bright,
The same spark that lights the dark
So that you can know your left from your right.
I am the ballot in the box, the bullet in the gun,
The inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son,
The story that just begun, the promise of what's to come,
And I'mma remain a soldier 'til the war is won.
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