I preferred the platform of misuse,
Extensive sleep and three years of stability,
For the crown was worn in shoulder-form,
For then in this sense the jewels sparkled.
I preferred the ordeals of a manly man,
Permanent were the motions of his
Existence, and his essence was the same-
A man grew to be with God as His God.
The friends united all the time in this world,
Objects spoke across vast velocities,
Then the virtual nightmare began in reality,
Right were the solutions of this majesty.
I preferred the platform of royalty in grace,
A man took off the shirts and crowns,
He managed to hurl a mountain,
And then he was destroyed forever in its chasm.
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