I'm busy with my own planet,
Let me be the way I'm, don't generate unexpected heat,
Stop saying bad things when I'm not present,
You must remember, everything has a limit.
My brain does not want to invite Ares, if you make me angry,
Then I can't guarantee,
What waits for you in the days to come,
All of your big talks'll be gone and you'll be mum.
Warning you for the last time,
Get changed or the seconds of your life'll have no rhyme.
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