I like to stretch and consider the faults of others,
My actions are completely built from the fault of others.
My different events in life stem from the obligations,
Intense emotions mark the spot that is spilt from the fault of others.
Let dusty rooms settle down with their edicts,
One feels compassion and mercy wilt from the fault of others.
I see them standing and sitting like liars or honest men,
My fire and water mixes to make silt from the fault of others.
In a hotel the cash has been withdrawn and expected,
The robbers left the vicinity with guilt from the fault of others.
Much must be ascertained from likes and dislikes
Inside the spectrum of colors that tilt from the faults of others.
May we restrain ourselves so well and with so much cleverness,
That I am regarding the system to be like a quilt for the fault of others.
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