A whirlwind spirit, sharp and bold,
A story in strong words is told.
With media, a fiery fray,
He'd often push, he'd often sway.
The old guard ways, he'd cast aside,
A lone wolf's path, his chosen stride.
No gentle hand, no easy pact,
Against the system, he'd react.
The strong walls built, that allies made,
Sometimes he'd doubt, sometimes he'd fade.
A different vision, clear and bright,
Fighting the old for a new light.
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