Safe is the place of our realm,
Invited to there are some,
Some who still say they are fine,
The very few in the world to define.
Goodness has a social traitor,
A foe or bully, an enemy not to enter.
The genius has great and good experience,
Who spins heavy blows at science.
A science is the safety of our race.
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