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With unsettled heart, I say this, Though,I hope to be brisk In this rage And more... I wish I relinquish The flow of terrific vengeance Going here and there Moving like blood Down those streams, Thus exciting so much, So much negative energy That my veins feel ablaze Uncle zulu! Thank the gods for these tenets That keeps you awake And steady in this state That in my stinking bate I pardon your insolence For not only d aged knows disrespect When seen. You that your other half showed mercy You that never wish another Such uplifting u wish yourself Epitome of blight You are darkness With no atom of light. The master of trade by barter No wonder, To fetch some gold You would easily give your seed Now in light I would pronounce you worthless Dreamless being Uncultured Happy that time made you old, Some respect to the gray But still no hidden Frey By this you know That though little the age Respect is meant For those deserving. Dear uncle Zulu! To you,another seed from within I seem But should in-case You try in your little head To decipher the purpose of my being Or try compare me with yours I would say, I am your king The one who will See your gray, Go down flat, In homage at my sight I am the Joseph From whose desk you shall feast.

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