Using the rules demands many rules,
For the clever man is innocent with them.
Using a joy is full of surprise for the unlimited,
The unlimited are those who forsake everything.
Many freedoms enjoin a warning to see
The surprises of the year and a half.
Many souls force the games of their lives,
Much is in strife to believe, much guards you.
And so the tide of battle is spun,
Feeling clever like kittens of the sun,
Basking in the united air that we breathe.
One is a coward without lights
Full of games and war-games, and more games.
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