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May 9, 2016

The name is unknown

The past is untold

Our father's graves

Are lost in the dust

A voice is heard

But not understood

From the past

He talks the truth

His change was amazing

From the depths of the streets

To Mecca on high

He knew the times

The name is still unknown

But the meaning has changed

By all means

I strive towards my destiny

Taking hold of all my goals

The name is X

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