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On the notebook: *DON'T TRUST THE FATASS IN CHARGE.* *It gets worse before it gets worse* *Peace was never an option. Certified* *Truth is it's getting... BAD* *THIS AIN'T THE USA===>THIS MERICA* 

Poem:  Take the stars from the sky
And the blue from the Earth
Because these are the things
That give a God worth.

Burn the pages from books
And control what they learn
Take hold of their thoughts
And watch while they burn

On the notebook: *DON'T TRUST THE FATASS IN CHARGE.* *It gets worse before it gets worse* *Peace was never an option. Certified* *Truth is it's getting... BAD* *THIS AIN'T THE USA===>THIS MERICA* Poem: Take the stars from the sky And the blue from the Earth Because these are the things That give a God worth. Burn the pages from books And control what they learn Take hold of their thoughts And watch while they burn

Room is illuminated red, barely showing a poster *POWER TO THE PEOPLE* accompanied by a fist held upright in support of the workers of the world.

Poem: 
Feed them authentic thought
And make them think it’s their own
Now, who would have guessed
Control through a phone

Keep their necks bent
Control through a screen
Even given proof
Question all that you’ve seen

Room is illuminated red, barely showing a poster *POWER TO THE PEOPLE* accompanied by a fist held upright in support of the workers of the world. Poem: Feed them authentic thought And make them think it’s their own Now, who would have guessed Control through a phone Keep their necks bent Control through a screen Even given proof Question all that you’ve seen

Room illuminated by a single red blue, figure wearing a Wu Tang Clan shirt upholds their fist in the same fashion as before. 

Poem:
Exhale gusts of wind
While inhaling their praise
There is absolutely no way
Logic and reason is a phase

Now they’ll bow to your every whim

Room illuminated by a single red blue, figure wearing a Wu Tang Clan shirt upholds their fist in the same fashion as before. Poem: Exhale gusts of wind While inhaling their praise There is absolutely no way Logic and reason is a phase Now they’ll bow to your every whim

*Hypothesis on Leadership*

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