He forgave, I revealed my path, then stigma
Was attached, fines of hatred came and enjoyed.
The prayer was mine to be a diet, a fasting was born,
The signs of God never deceived me, I was not deviant.
He forgave, and I objected again, my prayer rejoiced,
My words enclosed the major populace with a boundary.
The barrier is a born barrier, a birth dissolves as a death,
You must not argue with death and life as it passes your way.
No one should dispute, nobody forfeits the strange disorder,
But an enchantment of enclosure is afoot with strangeness.
My strange man is a false post, a job of a winking nature,
When ghosts are promoted to phantoms of the highest.
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