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The Contemporary Revelation

As I Read through the books I can find the words that decode I become a poet Not by circuit but by pursuit As I am fostering the new generation I always wanted to be famous I reclaim that the theories Put forward are worries I don't know whether I am scholar I don't know how how to use my knowledge As I dream of the Hollywood boulevard I can see the stars who Repainted in the cartoon The bey blade rotates through the axis As the earth which protea Round the earth My frustration is my inspiration My gestures are my sorrows As I walk through the mountain of ideas I don't know where to put my ideas As I can repeat the words in my mind I always begin with the rattle Let it not the rattle of a reptile As I leap infto the generation As my sketch is made by poverty As I reclaim the the knowledge I can always see Shakespeare in the atmosphere The spheres contains the green house effect The economic system that persist Define the Conglomeration of the philosophy Let the judiciary be independent Where it could find the innocent The lost lives from a disaster Defined the empathy of the soul But one day everyone must go The nature rebounds it's impact As a basketball rebounds from the ring The Genesis defines creation As I fear we are the end chapter of Bible The law of conservation of energy Conserve the society Not the individual Let it be the Formation of a new world As Stephen Hawking's predicted from his limitations Life is not a limitation Never ever look upon what they say I delve into the brains Where I can assume the psychology I wish that all emotions would be associated Through the soul which connects the blood and veins.

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