Your control failed. You tried. You failed.
You teamed. All failed. All hated. Why?
You tried alone. You failed.
You teamed up. You still failed
to control a man of peace, a tranquil man
who knows:
Peace is smooth, not rough.
It cannot be ruffled by force as in rugby sports.
All hated. But hate is for war
as peace is for love. Why?
So your control quest for peace
was decoy for war? A Trojan gift?
Equanimity.
Pure peace of mind, as the ultimate Conqueror, conquers all.
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