Try to see through my eyes,
young lies,
When you fake whatever bloody hell,
I am unsure,
you don't need to tell.
Do not understand me if you has zero ability,
For soul belonged to myself,
did not understand myself;
did not decipher himself
without authenticity.
Lost fate shall enthrall people who made malice.
Freedom is not freedom,
when it was not delivered wisdom,
from unwisdom;
people of boredom.
What will I shall deny,
is causing people to rely
on their wanting;
not relating to my heart,
like a burning dart.
Imbeciles of the past generation,
I hereby command
that thou shan't dignify your nation,
if you fail or refuse to reprimand.
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