Fiery proof propagates seeds of truth,
The truth carries me further than the seed.
An automobile shadows itself and betrays,
The truth of happiness is a long peace.
The car is a vehicle that longs for the heads
And those sitting in their heads,
And those interfering with gods and men.
The fiery knowing is against the sign
We recognise and chase for all time.
The time is a clock so difficult, wading in swamps,
Engaging in worship of the Most High.
Proving me is like proving religion
And all it contains, sweating on the backs,
Caressing spaces of laughter furiously
And all this to satisfy and bring contentment.
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