Your Mindset, numb, which their Advantage forge
As such your Tunes changed from Innocence since
Though Insights un-qualified beg one's Course
To Subdue this Scandal of a Naked Prince
If so succumb by your Millions digest
And having to Serve whilst Robbing the Blind
But then - only then - Divine Forces suggest
Allow such Penance and leave Thoughts behind
That your Manage boosts Experience prove
Which indeed makes the Model some would say
You've heard this before: The Mob bound by Love
Ignoring True Substance your Person relay.
And still we Sentients realise inept
Chain Enlightenment by the Body's precept.
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