While the planet rocks to the sound of music,
The rampant arguments are like speeches
Of speed and singing, the final flair of voices,
A sudden change in appearances.
When you understand the falling and rising
Of a man who enjoyed the peace I had given,
Your devils and demons and ghouls shall praise
The sad one, the satanic one who goads the soul.
To understand the rejoicing is to set apart the voices,
One voice is like speeding and facing,
One voice meanders through the tracts of language,
Little praise is donated to the purposeful ones.
I have to know the known wisdom and all education,
After this the stronger forces reside in the laws,
With law after law,
Without us.
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