Did you actually try to get into my mind
When you plagiarized my work
Please tell me you felt some kind of connection
A passion for life or a creative thirst

Truth is I don't actually care
Hell you can get my words out there everywhere
In the flesh as well as in the stone
In the moans as well as in the groans
In the whispers of death
My words are all that will be left
So take them now and sign your name
Just remember
When you're gone
My words will still remain
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