Wear, swear!
Fear,
Near;
With the muse of the land,
With the muse of your activities,
On earth;
Facing all the illegal acts of mankind,
Base, abase!
Not taught the ways of peace.
Life,
Checking,
More are the children of the desolate than,
The children of she who has a husband;
Because, the lust of the flesh had made it so.
Personation!
Lust,
Match, batch, patch, catch, watch!
Seen,
All around the World,
With the muse of hatred and war;
Only to destroy the mirror of peace.
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