When is the blast of some love?
Justice will burden us in a glove.
Innards of poverty destroy us,
When the love will overpower realness.
To hurt the hand is overpowering
Offering us a captain of the flowering.
Ways of conjecture will weigh
Over the burden of brothers anyway.
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Strong is the power of love