Inception Poem by Arik Fletcher

Inception

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what maketh rain and shadow fall,
what maketh nature heed its call;

what maketh day to follow night,
what maketh love the mind to fight;

what maketh dream the heart to speak,
what maketh death the soul to seek;

what maketh hope and peace to reign,
what maketh war the world in pain.

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