One feels a shameful action by others,
Instilled in me as well by the onlookers,
The words of God have arisen to impel,
Wrangling is not of the kindness in life.
One feels a greed of the tomorrow,
Life had us in its grasp but young,
This youth has arisen from purity,
One felt upset when you delivered.
A shameful act has many sides,
Polygons can outwit the skies,
But skies have seen a scene
After so many marauding birds.
Enter then the den of disbelief,
Understand us as we speak,
Feeding the kidney with disasters
And the liver with excess joy.
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