Fight fight fight
I just might...or what?
Its our right...
Or is it not?
An error of comedies?
A comedy of errors?
A search for remedies?
Or expectation of terrors?
What lies in the past
Has passed, and did it last?
History teaches
And defines our reaches..
Our own books have so many pages
Our own hearts, a million bandages
Forward yet we must perceive
Ignore not,
Whoever's it is, whatever it is
One must receive
So fear not, sail the boat
Into whatever waters it might float
For fear of knowledge, or its rate
Can never alter ones set fate
Believe not in unworldly comedies
Yet, see the underlying melodies
Play not vile games, or games of name
Have one we, protect that, take it to fame
Clear out the garbages, a minor predicament
And build, a new extensive environment
Pollute not the colours, balance
Like each spice is important,
They too set the difference
A new set of three sixty five
A new goal, a new plan, a new dive
Look at it this way
YOU give it the reason
AND IT WILL MAKE YOU SWAY! !
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