Do not go gentle against those who are corrupt,Shameful those who just stand by;Rage, rage against the dying of society. Though wise men loose sight of what is right,Because their assets rise and ego enflate,Do not go gentle into that dark hole. Good men are those who perishTheir truths may have saved us from the endRage, rage against the dying of the truth. Strong men who do not bend easilylearn too late, the darkness breaks those who never bendDo not go gentle into the ideas of others. Honest men, never win, against theMan who slanders and the man who cheatsRage, rage against the dying of the fair. And those who rise against the darknessmay never see the lightDo not go gentle into that good night.Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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