That laughter in the face is absurd,
My smiles are exactly matched.
To hear a voice too dark and deep
Left me with witchery and wizardry.
This magical tone of speech
Creates a whole country too late.
The continent will begin to laugh
With eyes too divine and blessed.
My mothers and fathers are too far
In their very year,
Feeling them concerns the emotional
Ideals,
Feelings have to come across,
Feelings undo what is across,
Feelings wade through you
Like the sand of the hurt.
May sand be dozing like sleep,
Sleep is superior to madness,
Sleep shall entwine with majesty
To conquer the world,
Like the kings of Egypt,
And their lesser Pharaohs,
Who shall dig their graves
To please their souls too late.
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