I have a stance on my bed to ruin,
My life is not spent like the realm;
You spend money on the thoughts to revel,
But living in words created fiction.
One man offends never me nor the woman,
But instead this realm is full of offence;
The revelry is of merriment quite high,
You spend all your earnings for defence.
Words require an effect so bright
The worlds of criminals are never at rest.
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