It's easy to quit, it's dizzy to tweet
But much harder to lift ladders
That lead to success, to a beat
So sane it pulverizes puff adders
With enough clout without a doubt
Engage and wage wars on such an unimaginable scale
Puff adders aren't able to tout
Their fissile fangs, inhale iodine to pale
Into insignificance when you summon
Not common demons but simple stamina
To tell puff adders, 'Creature, come on'
And puff adders prove you're no dinner
On their plate because God's slate
Reads, 'One hundred years more for you, son'
To inspire God's fire and inflate
The courage to encourage you to forge ahead according to God's plan.
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