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In the past is where I dwell
Where I dreamt to be a man The day the Uchiha clan fell I found my brother’s active Sharingan Piercing into my innermost brain He showed me how his day began Along with everyone he has slain I had nowhere to go when I ran There was once a brother I had loved The rumor was that he killed his friend But that case remained unsolved And my brother had started a trend It was found in an ancient chamber That was sealed a long time ago Murdur the person who you would mostly remember You will then activate the Mangekyou “you are not worth killing” he had said The promise was made, I will gain power That day I will make him dread I will be superior and before me he will cower Soon he will find himself among the dead I once had a brother, his name is Itachi I will remember,” what was that you once said?” Your last vision will be of young worthless Sasuke
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