He is raw.
A whole bunch of immense gravity.A man of formidable talent,enormous drive and force.
A quest into the mind of one of the greatest men in history,what should that reveal?
A heart of rose,made ornate by a poignant drop of dew,or a deranged tear.
An oyster of hope,a grand ambition skyhigh.
Jacko!
The heart of freedom,the ornament to times.
The pain of a golden cage,the restlessness of vagabondage,
The eternal child,the young cub of the Alaskan wild,
Jacko!Oh,Jacko!
Your voice is a cry,a storm of emotions,a river of love,a roar into the mirror.
Jackson is crying.
Listen to his lament.
If that thrilled Time,what are us men?
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