Conflict is a form of patience,
O Fortitude, your typical look is past us yet,
Yes, the room in the world of decisions has moved,
So patient is your loud life,
Living had not been the intention.
An example of life has delivered our message
To another example who has an attitude of good.
He is greater than the conflict in this world,
A world it is of motherly natures, of natural work.
Furniture of this Earth has bestowed comfort all the way to sacrifice
Itself by describing itself, and then the world shall recover
Forming love in between, so from this everlasting pleasure
Is a hatred of love, or a loving of love, or so much of it.
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