What can be said,
About a force of negativity used...
That has proven itself,
To be a foolish tool observed by all...
As dead as the heads chopped off to fall.
What can be said about integrity?
And the proof that one has it,
Is not a prefabricating of a myth.
Like the choice to use negativity,
Believed by some is a blessing and a gift.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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