The cure is simple
Once if the disease is identified
Did you discern the sickness,
So common, makes no case
To object out the mess
Practiced, even praised
All over the world of humanity
The disease is no so new
But one of the earliest invention of mankind
With ages, degraded and a decline
In its purpose to reflect the real
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