If success is a hurdle from the highest powers,
This time the world is sprawling with goblin and ghost.
For ugly is the guru who enchants the blessed face,
This prosperous venomous man is a likely guru of sounds.
My success is an invisible behaviour, as far as the eye can
Cause its camera to ascertain and recognise and coerce.
Self-worshipping is an act of godly mastership and sound,
Your sound is godly and masterful like the honour of a man
Whose light touch is that of a doctor, his expert mind conquers.
If success is timid we will win the tenants of this existence,
The tenets are constructed from firewood, as it burns and
Acts according to defeating pain, the suffering is greater than you.
My values are dependent on suffered men whose character
Instigates the kingdom and ocean, the land and waters.
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