There are savages screaming isocracy in the insular state.
Vanquish the meager, sally the pale, only with magna cum laude
From a person who tries to no avail.
That they claim is very important- the savages- for their trust persons humble are required.
For one who scales the cause far be gone cares more whether it’s lost or won.
Selfless phenomenon, instiller of remembrance
That with bleak fortitude a sunbeam shines on the question of life’s deliverance.
It seems our standing curious and walking a shame
But breathing keeps occurring in spite because an answer reflects in the sight of them.
Savages be named by great blemishing beasts, that sit on the natural seed, swollen with a pestilence of festering greed. Savages squirm crushed in the brush by the rump of this seated right tiger.
No worry at all—the savages will move him with little pointed spears-a million of them- because they are small.
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