Fixed afflict the bruised reethes
that sway in unison abundant it yields;
grab me I’m a combatant in blood
what war has done to me in battle fields.

Thank you for the discipline in youth
where at times I fought raging quietly in
the thrills of it all I have acquired
the taste of all of my guilty yielded sin.

Turn on the riots and align the stars,
differ do dulcet tunes in lilies dancing
to sweet rhythms in a prism of decision
kissing my love lips lock romancing.

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