My acts are joined with deeds of brilliance,
A wild act encumbers the souls of right;
The souls of wrong deliver their groups
To the mountains of the world,
And boulders have emerged among the hills.
Flying to the edge of heaven is a sacred task,
Opening scores of individuals with song,
And then definite woe is the premise,
Singing becomes a possession of the heart.
May the deeds of one blessed with sight
Be the main deed of brilliance and light.
May the words be apostasy for the tethered,
As these words inflict the majority with guilt.
Our joys are numerous and polite,
Stinging our sizes and sinuses more each day.
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