The brutality of a person is measured by his wisdom,
If wisdom is strong, minds grow strong, like criticism.
The brutal man shuns from women in love, and trust
Mightily detects correct functions, which shy away from the ablest.
Anything I consider for the teacher is cruel to office,
Its lingering notion tampers the mentality like absentmindedness.
To be in punishment relies on pain from within,
This is callous to mean, to have been.
A person dressed in faces and flames, the subtle mouth
Fidgets from food, destroys his or her life like drought.
The water has disappeared for all the years and days,
Thus my brutality depends on my age, and the food always.
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