My nose is for new found knowledge,
Expressions for custom are approved.
Gods may never divulge in heinous deeds
When the yoyo of belief has mattered with the people.
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You go to rotten school quite late,
And hope to ask to write
How rigid is the life we state,
How awful is this right.
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You have one of the weakest minds on show,
Your breath is over the normal power and offer,
Relentless is description of the above,
And I doubt forever the picture in love.
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I am filled of emotions taking more thoughts,
The crowd hears them, cool and calming;
My anger besets, my oration is here,
The words that seem to be loved are heard.
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The work of a man is human and the ability
To forsake his concerns outside, to collect love
Of his own being and concentrate on humility.
Brave requests are being made, been accomplished
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My feelings are heard by the birds and animals,
I converse with their own speaking customs;
My threshold is uncertain, they are ignorant,
Forces are at work, and the playing of the stars is mild.
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Going to the other side of the world
I watch the diverse skies and lands;
On a night the stars are glowing
As they are creation’s lamps, near or far.
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We are on a long journey always relentless,
Few moments in it are felt as discerning;
It is a boring escape into the abyss of black health,
Getting to know this illness captures the philosophers
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The heat smothered close, flames are bright
And vividness is exceptional and beyond belief;
The picture of fire is now preying on the thinkers
That thought out their messages of the volcanoes.
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