We are simple treachery,
One watches the time relentlessly.
To begin with times of change
Is to catapult into the future.
We are simple treachery,
Gifted are we, gifts crown us,
So that you hear me say.
Beware of the wrong chemical,
Abstain from treachery,
So that a traitor may not guarantee its
Pledge, and no runner can sprint
His or her best.
The simplicity of parts is supposed
To be with natural jest.
I begin at the pleasant end
Of the staff that consoles me
In the end of life.
Do not be treachery,
My son do not watch the heads
Of state in derision;
Insults will be truthful in this brain,
But my word is never without
Contours, and so my word is right.
I begin with trading and end
With crime, but let the traitor be
Only its space and time.
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