Be in the pursuit of essays to write,
Aims are like lead that connive new words;
Lads of the boys and lasses of knowledge
Concentrate tonight in their fused husks,
Unexplainable skin hampers the tasks ahead.
The capsule and the universe
Happen tonight, in a devil or demon.
Once the husk has been victorious
The viscosity will be penetrating us.
Little men and women shall be born.
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