There are many people who despair over thoughts,
Some may never reach humanity's splendour or habits.
Many thoughts are thought from pleasure and rust of iron,
Others cause the main acts in life to become images.
There are some who speak from the rivers of milk and honey,
Including the understanding of men who reflect and resist evils.
The universal language is milk, those with this additional substance
Shall inhabit the world of this considered realm, this realm of acts.
Enchained by devils of mud and ale, their chains are rusted soon,
A breaking loose ensues, filling the void with fields of magnetic strength.
Those with wires of deceit roam the celestial heights convinced of art,
As art decomposes from old age, as the musical realm will inculcate.
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An insightful rendition, well conceived and nicely penned in persuasive expressions with conviction. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing, Naveed.