Of things that evolve
There be restlessness
However
Minimum the percentage
Be
Of things that evolve
King Restlessness rules
Those who his commands
Obey
They thrive and move.
Let us be with
King Restlessness, come
Give me your hand,
My Monsignor,
And whilst not giving up
On the civilization of Consciousness
Let us together go
In that of the Sub-Consciousness.
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