Deaf to the ancient calls,
Gifted with the minds of clay dolls.
Incapable of individual thought,
After being crippled by the deceptive fox.
Zombie like lives they lead,
Please read, I plead.
You mind is a city at war,
Fools! Your city does not have any walls.
Strider's verse 
Now this is poetry… If you don’t know where you’re going, every road you take seems to point in the right direction. If you don’t think, you might believe everything is possible. Superb.
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