Content and contender of life:
Keep going, keep the glow of thy glory flowing;
What matters is thee, thy own calculations about thou.
Other can't deduct/try to subtract thy conscience;
Thee add thy own grave with grace at the end,
Thy breath, thy freedom of air,
Of course fear, fear from losing thee by thyself;
Fear not with farce, who.What.How.
All these are coward voices,
Don't place in thy vicinity of virtue.
Keep going - -
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