I flank with them…
All individuals who strained endeavours,
To transfer the pardon we know, and yet not knowing
Which hath stirred copiously public
To join the skirmish of its snags
Which over a mountain of people
Tried to draw their grades
Using the brims within them
In epochs, that impedes
Falsifying the well-regarded to losels
How can we have faith anymore?
They are untruth, nor a delinquency, its fine
Still, with something that is not even their doings.
Plus on fashion to be the matter
Maybe, but not in all
Sometimes being hoary shaped is just breathing it
Not the sophistry smiles, made to chump
Of late, seen deviating, from top to the lowest
Old news are traded
Of course!
It is what it was
Seeing it late, doth not mean there was any piece of blamelessness
Treacheries, compass all
Less likely to the old bent
Barely caught off-guard
It bulls, the rush hour
Play the debauched, not breakneck
Simple like a short misunderstood.
