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In the language of reason and logic
We've those moments hocked on chronic
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...
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.