Decent and decorous is the falseness of heeding and crying,
We are gusts in the general winds and storms of our makings.
The earnings of young men contain ferocious callings and ideas
Of the images concerning them, as their minds implode and explode.
Magical and magnificent are practices of doctors who decline their
Products and patients, like cattle of innovative strength, worse than egos.
My helpfulness shines in miserable worlds, insightful people desire
The loving of a day in jovial orchestra, heroic in their couplets of rise.
To investigate the wisdom of the knowledgable we seem honest as day,
Bitter as night, that go from one house to another mansion of grace;
Lighting the mind brings shoulders to time, like loyal heights and heads,
Fixing the jealous men in stares of magnificent minds, the minds of chance.
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