When he was child
Getting what he want is too much
In every tear of cries
He felt the yell of vies
Achilles heel that he posses
Love on his family never less
Paradigm of idiocy trash to rest
For his family's stand shall augment
Walking in the distance of miles
He understandth the great lie
In the eyes of predicament mind
You must go away on their lines
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