Be wars of the highest enquiry,
No matter what truth is thrown around the world!
Nobody gives passports in this generation,
More respect stands for the patriot,
No critics give no success.
Be wars of the higher quality,
Liking the masters of the stars,
Fitting them into cells of self-defence,
Licking their knowledge one day,
Feeding the bricks of the sky.
You will fall for anything,
You hand over tears that reign,
Then the throne of your expertise
Is hurt by the pain of wars,
Jolliness has jewels of the same kind.
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