In the language of reason and logic

We've those moments hocked on chronic

-  Polinious

We all live sad times of long grievance

A consoling arm may heal for some reason

Folding isn't that bad it's safer than not

As life could become a loop as sought 

Let's make it better on this sole ground,

I can't hiss loud enough and abound 

We might never know what's behind it all,

We live in fear and trough an unknown wall! 

No rules, last man on the ring wins!

No sweat, last woman's say and its meaning...

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The invention of a disease to get control.

A president with minimal braincells easy to be ruled...

By unrestricted throngs; under regime voting polls! 

Sensible thought,  I would never to miss

I can see the relative situation and its abyss. 

Slowly wandering into a biased jungle

But leaving my day without a rumble.