Life is teaching me to rule,
Lives are reading their eyes,
Little is blessed by the tyrants,
Less war is less craftiness
And the lessons of peace arise.
Life will bid its teacher,
It reaches into the hearts
Beating in this united world,
Like the pendulums of grace,
Physics shall sign its remorse.
My knowledge expounds the suns,
And the moons will explode with wise
Traits too deadly in the awkward way,
For attributes dispel the magic of time;
Less war is less craftiness for the old.
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