It were these stories and the contained ethos
Supplying a troubled nation of tests and triumphs.
The code of the heart was trained with habits,
Minds of the psychological world were cultured
Like the mentality of artists, principles shook
With body and purpose, fleeing the battlefield.
Words seemed traits of bold men who humbled
The low life, the stagnant, and the oppressed.
One has habits of the psyche, worthy beliefs
Too sacred to adorn the galaxies of trust,
My minds were only one, the ideology of irksome
Crowds became the mindset.
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