the fight
power is for rulers that know how to use it power is for chapions that can fight for the need to write to fight to rap to play dead u can not hold still but the only time you hold still is when you are shot dead with a 22 long rifle bullet jabed into your heart that is when you get back up and use that power that you control and fight back for your mother and fathers dead bodys that are laying next to you so you have one chance to fight back to get back the looved ones that you loved and take that justice to fight back
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