The World is mine
Because
I write
For betterment
Of all mankind
And use no lie
Nor fright, nor might
To deeply abuse
The innocent,
With false and bitter
Sounds, tonight,
Love is the potion
That abuse, easily
Grounds,
Hate is the poison
That we regret
We ever found!
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