The ill norms of the world,
has turn the house upside down,
making life unbearable to hold
and conspiring to make a clown.
Man worketh in the night,
with struggle, anguish and lamentation
claiming to deprive their ownright
to sleep when it is dawn.
The attire of man is blue
in admonishing colour bright,
tending to infringe the truth
with hope of sit-tighting.
They are jocund being,
full of horror, honour and terror
towards the vision of laying
with living dead amazed fellow,
Tell them their star.
If you want fame defame
Go to the sonorous forest
and you will hunt to tame shames
all the witches of beast.
Wait for your time.
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