You Become what you Fear; And that which Brews
If Sullen Labours by Fantasies dictate
If yet be Learned; As Learned as Wisdom strews
Such must one's Discipline collaborate
Still Hard-Earned enough never with their Eyes
Peeling our Reasons softly by one's Campaign
Yet if the Fruit revealed as Sweetened with Lies
Shall it soon Deliver that Bloated Arraign
Which Defer we Must; Yet each with our Own
To Follow one's Purpose one's Program assigned
And left with Innocence our Babe's Skin re-known
Then Commit to Health our Pillars aligned.
Once Credit be Due as Settled from Arrears
Hence ply this Method to Channel our Years.
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