I am not a poet who rules out laws
Mysteriously lurking in the dark;
To make this male being swerve
In speech while serving is like no pararhyme.
One feeds the frenzied youth
With pouring vessels spaced out,
Little pauses are so spread out;
My young heart transports the air
And defends you and me with severances.
Falling deeper into the earth,
A world must apologise,
The trust of the century eludes us,
Male heroes await for complete
Favours too knightly and truthful.
I am not an apologetic poet
Who stems from the hay,
Or the wrong leaders
Who feature their knowing facts
Behind us and in front of us.
Reaching is for them knowledge,
Centres of mysteries seem
Righteous in action.
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