It is devious to be relevant on a task,
This task rests with godly men of good measure.
The gods of righteous nature shall presume,
But we strive forwards in life never making sure.
It decided to rest with humanity of death,
Death is a basic natural act of self-indulgence.
The reality of a thought rides along life,
The sleepers of the night have dreamed forever.
The task is set, happy forming itself,
Let the mission be over and all be over.
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