Ambitions worshipped by you stand to command,
Like a deity of strength and length, masterful.
Elections prevail to connect laws to laws to laws,
Lines on the effects of labour shall be drawn.
The grid livens and exactly arranges us,
The kismet of a danger is around, all around us.
Kinsman of a man shall be avowing the result
Of a new day and night, the days of the nights.
May aims be directed like the deities to shoot,
Shooting a bullet into the heart, for the ambition.
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