I cannot hide from your eyes
Glimmering in the dramatic dark;
Guidance is from up above,
Like the stupefying sunlight.
I cannot hide from the flocks of
Your sheep, or kiss the stone of
Concussion and youth, a display.
I cannot see the ultimate goal
Without glimpsing on the past.
I was born in brevity, in sinless
Occupation, like a small child.
So then interfere in my arousals,
To defeat the prince in me,
A savage partner of the times.
I do bleed and garnish my dish,
Feeding on young, hapless lads
Turning the right avenue nowadays.
My birth and death are the longevity
So defined by our leaders and saints,
And all who are sane and blessed,
Like the people of the crowd.
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