Brave are for fears,
As women for tears;
Let him snore so deep,
As the Madman sleep.
What good is the flesh,
When the mind is messed?
The eyes of desire is stained
Shut it and be free from pain.
Follow down the path of night,
And dogs will fill you with fright;
Don't kill what you cannot make,
What is not given to you, never take.
Words are gold if they are pure,
Perfect's the love not ready to lure
Birth's blessing, bliss is man's breath
When everything don't end with death.
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