The rate of the opinions was great so then
There was peace, along the borders and shires,
Speaking non-usable jargon, feeding worthless foods.
This food opened into the world with dairy milk
On the list, seeing the worlds of milk and cream,
Eating was for the leader of rich living,
He ate and ate to fill the world with noises
But his health deteriorated too swiftly,
And so the sense of a word had appalled
The majority, when politics toppled
Like an avalanche, maiming some few who
Watched and screamed, fulfilling oaths
In a few seconds, little was the delay for this
Prize that enveloped the thousands caught up
In the deluge of a million strengths.
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