Think not thyself the make-believe,
Thou speak to make the equal society
Free of poverty and disease, and to thy sleeve,
Not conceal the incorporation card for the sashimi.
The card is but the people's precious money
Not the magic club for thy family's funny.
Plot not thee thyself to thieve
The public properties, for thyself, thy family,
And off-springs. This land is not belong to thee,
Thyself, not think the object of thy banditry.
It's the time that thou must regret thy crimes,
Not the time to sing thy habitual rhymes.
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