I have a dozen wars in this world,
One of them entices the ones swirled;
A dream works half of the time like tennis,
I have to speak and work and reminisce.
These sleepers are obscure on this land,
For they obliterate and condemn beforehand.
Find the banned brothers of bantering beasts,
I like to see them in their pride, like the priests.
Feel towards the words of the all-powerful,
For they respect as the respectable and masterful.
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