To loom always dazzles the mind,
Electric thoughts reside in the heavens,
With each passing moment the currents
Run deeper than the rivers of strangeness.
My mind is bedazzled as the running man,
These are the men who balance and win
Their wars of bravery, courage and honesty,
Like the running men who thought their essence.
As he composes his electric thought,
I begin my run to fight the serpent of minds,
These fitting men are fitting creatures,
Those men are like the old warriors.
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