A lesser mans hand
Beats you fights and wins
A hand
Stronger then hate and sin
A lesser man’s head
Filled will rational views
A head
Pondering you
A lesser man’s bed
Not laced with spite
A bed
Sleeping only, at night
A lesser man’s land
Where Love shall not cease
A land
Somewhere with peace
A lesser man
Is possible to be
A man
You are less then he
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