Roam alike the devil I on thy land
Quiet silent without perfect ambition grand,
Wherever peep find people proudly proceed
Solely cede sociably at that no heed.
Sober savory what served me macabre trouble
Little thought of revolution posting my fault double,
Tension not towards God who purifies our soul,
Yet enthralled by each His materialistic power whole.
Their glory to seduce innocent is unreliable claim,
Promoted theft, corruption and forgery as if master game.
Cluster of vampires moving freely enjoying regular thrust
New born dies wanting milk in his mother's breast.
Groaning love lying lurking under pressure worldly power
Cunning crazy wiseacre searching wholly practical hour;
Warns nature recurrent leave polemics be providential,
Provide honest support allow living them all dimensional.
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