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Power is such a strange thing
It has been owned by many great Kings and Queens
Conquered nations and divided lands
Killed many innocent by it's hands
It's been disguised as freedom on many soil
But used to destroy for such things as oil
Turning parents against children, sister against brother
Pitting husband against wife, lover against lover
You see power always has to be controlled
To keep at bay the ones who are bold
Enough to not use it at their discretion
and know that power can be a curse and a blessing


I wrote this a while ago.