None is immune
from everything and every time.
Weakness prevails in
body and mind
drawing from trait and cult.
A very little weakness
may invite big enemy
in a odd climax
revolting in and out
with a big fall.
Nobody feels easy on fall
but it is taking place.
‘Wage war against weakness'
really means the worship of life
and remain immune as far.
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