I exist in a place,
without boundaries as faith.
I open my gate,
While the world gyrates,
healing our broken paths by setting them ablaze.
Come to now, this is where its at,
neither lifes fools or their charlatan aristocrats,
can break you, our champion diplomat.
You embrace our pastoral habitat,
then undercut it with a well researched caveat.
I exist in a place.
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