I have the blood of dead poets in my soul
Guiding my pen and just taking control
The blood of dead poets flows in my veins
Taking away all my questions and strains
The blood of dead poets have made me wise
But in this exchange they have blurred my eyes
The blood of dead poets has cradled me well
Thats why inside me they will eternally dwell
I have the soul of every poet inside my body
Helping me to hold on to whats left of my sanity
Which is truly hard while facing the trials of humanity
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