The man stared back with green hair,
Following the ways of the windows and chairs;
Cheering the fools of the question,
The man of maniacs became a devil.
The devil stalked the prey, the braying
Animal of the worlds that stuck to eyes.
Minds became the overall pride,
Minced into mild diplomas that decided
The devastation, men could hear the eyes.
And so the coats for you were worn,
Heavily-reinforced coats of metal blessed
The world’s children, windows of green
Seemed the parents of the holding,
Parents of of the event and bold cleverness.
I have a shine on my hair,
I have a parent of gold, and your tour
Comes due to the audacity of the parent,
The same people of the same world.
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