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he was born to lead , latin and greek in his victorian study
moving ideas with gusto, chumming it with an assortment of buddies
weilding effortless power, it's crazy how the world'll bend to his will
explorimg uncharted territory, bent for the kill
magnetism insane, history maker dispensed with the frills
and right before election night he felt a menacing chill
swinging long legs over the bed into a bucket of cold water
he wakes up to the lifelong health ritual alone , bothered
his usual control 's up for grabs in this land's godly design
fifty eight and greying...with uncommon vigor in body and mind
if the federalists win, well...even the goddamned jest of it's sick
at an oak desk, the declaration's author jefferson sits
a man of his time, finding power he needs more
idealistic machiavellian slash kindly robust at his dream 's core
these people are historical beacons, leaving zero avenues unclear
hix manifesto guides them...beautifully to man's new frontier
it's torturous being know as a man of the age,
growing up with kids' parents immoral handling slaves
steering foreign threats, germs of war and the growth of an economy
he carried on, unfazed with a soldier's monotony
power hungry and headstrong with decisions to make
temperate leader holding ground during these viscious debates
he yearned to be loved...some call him spiteful and shallow
at 33 he wrote the declaration, challenging britain and risking the gallows
leadership and his risks became the hallmark of his sanity
to find balance between...an ideal and bending reality
wily critics note: government in mass hands can cause unlimited stress
but thomas trusted america's soul...
scripting its foundation under the threat of imminent death
fearless, he converged with colonial governors
revaluationary with a vision putting scripts into place
a power hungry soul's earnest and looming gift to the race