Author's Notes: I originally wrote this poem thinking of what it would be like to become a "mogul" and be rich, because I was asked this question the other night while playing Trivial Pursuit: "What man was said to be 'more like a boy asked to wear a suit that a mogul' by..." blah, blah some reporter/writer/critic dude...and the answer was Bill Gates. But the name that popped into my head was Rufus Shinra...^__^ so yea...and while I was writing the poem, it dawned on me that the poem reminded me a lot of him, so here it is...no more babbling from me...
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*feathers fall all around*

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Grow Up and Die

You wanna be a big man,
Conquer the world?
Even though it may cost the lives of some men and women,
Leaving their bodies twisted and curled?

First you'll have to...
Become everything that is...
The point You'll have to...
Try not to miss...

Grow up and die,
Kill the child inside.
The time is nigh, high and dry,
To stifle the cries and lay it aside.

Big, big man,
Blood on his hands.
Owns the wide span,
Across the lands.

Congratulations to you...
Regards to your person...
Because you've...
Succeeded in lurching...

Grow up and die,
You've killed the child inside.
Just go ahead and expire,
You've already blown out the fire.

Embers tumble through the night,
Grow up and die...
Slowly they cool, fade, and release their light,
I want you to grow up and die...