How certain is the love we sought so near?
The loves of certainty are great and dark,
My hatred goes to those I hate and bark
Near emptiness and justice to appear.
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Luck reminds me of sin,
Sins collect from the odour.
A fortune fades, faces do fight,
How do we describe the sins?
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Fast and slow, after the speed has shown,
We travel as far as heaven, and run back.
This distance denigrates our holiness,
It is sometimes a face, some of us tearfully resign.
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Do we indulge in natural feasts?
The feasts of beautiful food are hued
And flared with wonderful fruity smells,
Born from the springs of above,
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The dough of fright is deed enough,
Letters abide in the cherished fight,
I ought to decide, I ought to divide.
So I sigh without a leader, I might die
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I admire the hated beings of our sight,
The sailors met the beginnings of our sight.
The sea of hate is a grass of the greatness,
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To see me frightened of the course in life,
My scared duty abides buttoned in the course of life.
To see the cherished being from around the clock,
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I am admired due to lack of sleep, this innocent sleep,
That swims along the boardroom, in an innocent sleep.
I fix the chairman with eyes so bedazzled by him,
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That running away is from the death,
Death justifies itself by accusing, staring
And poking the eyes out, with sting and wing;
Tomorrow the dying ceases, as we strive
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