I have inspired the tracts of belief
With beef that swallows and swings
Like the beams of overflowing wetness,
Filling the stomach sumptuously,
And then belief enters the heart once.
I have a purpose to begin my existence
Or life with sadness or happiest natures,
My choice is a chance to chant or chime,
My heaven is head of the heart.
The beliefs of burden are a solution
To tooth and nail, their cleaning is supreme.
I must touch upon the tantrums,
And train all with drums, beating faster
Like the heart and head, after the bolus
Contains the hurt.
I have inspiration of internal burns,
The heavenly respect must flow in my
Direction, where the heart meets godly men.
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