I admire the hated beings of our sight,
The sailors met the beginnings of our sight.
The sea of hate is a grass of the greatness,
It glides and soars on the belongings of our sight.
One calms as the horizon appears from the ship,
This vehicle of heaven has borrowings of our sight.
Milk is overflowing like standing satanic people,
Cars and chariots are briefings of our sight.
The bricks of mould and mildewy rocks
Bind a story to the century of buildings in our sight.
They are my soul in the night of this contact,
A frightened one abhors me as he brings in my sight.
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