Inside my body is a blood and gut,
Just wonder why we learn so hard.
Losing wins and winning loses,
Pulling the threads of your clothing.
Bulls and cows shall dwell for ever
In this world, where cattle graze
With peaceful surroundings, innocent.
Justice and the minds mattering to us,
Lull the fighting of the masses.
Clothes are the internal ideas of a
Man who has his essentials, forming
Love and finding hearts to attract.
This massive body learns so faster
Than the smaller tower of life.
Tribe after tribe allows a shop
To feel a woman and man in harmony.
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