One is life’s one, one of the celebrations,
Until the treachery has been committed;
Let informed opinion be made to untie
And then cutting happens due to oldness.
My stopping is to undo and relax
Like opening and closing, fully informed.
Begin now that I walked a hundred miles,
To believe is a sinful endeavour if evil beliefs.
One finds a truthful statement after death
Of another, liking the opposites is liking.
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