Getting a good life has been a knowing disease,
A ready living haphazard that is your property.
I find people are kinder as the days go by,
As they travel like a boat on a sea, and not a river.
Beauty can fail and wonders are for extra help,
Sugar can now be eaten if concentrated you are
In the sweet moments, the one and two forgiven.
Alive I cherish any remainder of hats and coats,
Alive I brandish a holy and saintly guide - the sword!
This is generous if my leader has a reading.
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