Stunts are made of this substance of atomic genius,
They are the atoms of this universe colliding with harm;
Heat has been the trait of the traitor,
It harms him like all properties of philosophy.
Start those behaviours that raise the intelligence,
They swing to the light of the higher forces.
Many atoms deny the praise of the leaders,
Open the entry way for the real actors!
One man is a denizen of the fighting,
Once the pages have been spilt and learnt.
Pens are erased by their users due to healthy
Waters cascading and falling into the heart.
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