For all time, the wit is bigger every several days,
Then one religiously worships the hardest wit.
Ghosts appear to judge, to be adept at life
As darkness delegates and a future has begun.
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Open the book of love so crying over you,
Over you the volumes of work are written.
Offer music so beloved underneath the feet,
Dancers will follow for the book of love is near.
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Nations are made to rest on the heads,
The body carries the world when we listen;
This open slaughter worked all the time,
Doing a slight mistake, doing the punishment.
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In the flood of tears we drown and curse,
Forcing statements entrancing us.
The flood has arrived for our enjoyment,
To matter, the rains have us perished.
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Stay where you are! For you are fearful of me,
As sudden nature foresees mankind as sight.
My godly work will never be complete,
Heaven has a place for me, and nobody else.
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My opening of the doors created folly,
Abhor those who sit and wait, with ice.
The life of plenty condemns nobody,
Letting fences be built for the gardens.
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His death happened a year ago,
Once his heart stopped and had ejected
From the chest, losing his life
And all of everything.
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Love inside realises strength
When thoughts are strong and certain,
Then thinkers adjoin phrases
For the great strength is near.
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I saw his gaze in the mirror,
My gaze was superior for miles.
The innocent way of smiling became real,
His gaze fell from grace to a level
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