The road to death lasts a fortunate amount of time,
As simple steps are taken to avoid the authority of time.
The death has been an event, an event has been the death,
Like living quarters changed, like enemies slain and blamed.
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The piece-rate for making buildings rises
As you build more suddenly and quickly.
Pilfering justifies the innocent as they speak,
But does it mean goodness?
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Dangers arise from the crypt of hate,
In the whole world is a goodness;
Safe people are describing me,
The jeopardy is never upon us.
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My dairyman is a crustacean of milk,
The crystals enjoined on him are like silk.
My dairyman is a soldier of liquid,
Once I grab the bottle I contacted.
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Vaporize me when I am ailing, pretty,
As golden as the ripest cooked chicken.
I have reentered my room of chickens,
Chills are learnt, it is the chimp.
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Respect as far as little talks, looking,
Swaying and seeing, to blindly walk.
Gosh, the manners mastered are exact,
Often we sell products of beauty.
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A dim car watched by the skull
Is shining its lights for us to lose sight.
This winter we are divine,
As hopping is made a pleasure
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We bounce the ball to its home,
Running its wings along the air;
Feeding the kids and all the parents
With fun’s laughter, well-chosen.
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May our minds be faithful to the truth,
Madness is the pleasure of the ruthless.
The company of angels is only found by the clergy
Or the leaders of faith who are not mad or ruthless.
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