There's nothing you can do to a man  
That is worse than stealing his thoughts  
When I think of the brilliant mind and skilled hands  
Filled pages that no one who owns them now bought  
The threat of you sent them slandering your name  
In silence you escaped to the mountains embrace  
The brilliance of you being hidden away  
Sends tears down my face that I was trying to save  
Because even in death they continue to pick the meat off of your bones  
They didn't even wait on the smell before sending the maggots in drones  
Alone, and not even anywhere's close to your home, they patrolled  
With nothing but your ideas, and those they stole  
Motherfuck this shit, it makes me want to die  
Father of everything, Edison is a fucking lie  
Is this how you treat the war ender?  
The threat to chaos and energy contender  
I sit here and ponder the injustice of this  
How it's really dumb and no one probably gives a shit  
But for some reason this story really hits  
His story, as they try to erase his name and every tidbit  
To spit on his grave, it takes a legend for this kind of treatment  
To not only erase the thoughts, but the whole existence  
Is it possible to connect with someone who has long since passed?  
Maybe we could smoke a bowl together, that shit would be a blast
Written by jenny_is_hungry
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