Open is the road to defeat,
Under the bushes is meat that thrives,
Over the heat is the heart of calamity
And so cares are kept aside.
To see the master grin is far too grim,
I see when he talks to the servant;
To see him regard the cushion is absurd,
For anyone retaliates and observes;
They are the biggest and longest hours of the goal,
There needs to be a change of heart and goals,
Fulfilling us both with smiles and cheer
In the process of learning.
I saw the spirit of a century,
I saw the seller of monotony and pain,
For each woke and sold
Their wonderful feeling,
I served a role in the headache of thoughts,
That men of thinking established throughout
With their likable schemes and laws of the pen.
I served a role in the joke of eternity,
The problem was I suddenly thought a risk had occurred,
Internal and international was the solution of a final prison;
The masters of wisdom saw a pain to be connected
To another pain that was witnessed
The facts of existence are numerous.
And the brain excites the compasses;
Let atoms be understood in the fair light,
Love of small particles is triumphant.
He swore never to die in this happiness,
As the night passed into itself and cheered
With a black eye, and a black face,
Forming twisters and states that had abodes.
What is the matter with the sea?
It concludes its peace when demanded,
It extracts the final verdict from the judge
That entices every would-be-assassin