I have to derive pleasure from acts, acts of the heart,
I decide what my apparition attracts, acts of the heart.
See what disappears and what points out murder,
Then compare the fools to the contracts, acts of the heart.
Must we collide head-on, with faces full of grimace?
This much is to understand by the facts, acts of the heart.
I have a disappointment in time that needs a resolution,
I possess the obvious command that exacts, acts of the heart.
My factual artist belongs to the sack of bread, to eat from it
Without limit, to abstain from the pacts, the acts of the heart.
May I conceive a notion we just shall pay, to those in delay,
That may consider the one whom reacts to my acts of the heart.
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