Intellect is the basis of our existence
If it is not accepted or agreed upon by
Then the head is mere a scary skull
And the brain is not sharp but fully dull.
The dull head and the half -caped brain
Makes you nothing but a person sod
You achieve but you achieve not a dime
That left you stranded to appreciate god.
The thing that swipes is called a sword
The man who understands this essence
To him intelligence is only entity to gain
To materialize fully what we call existence.
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