He was followed the incoherent
Position towards me.
What has to be his great greatness.
He was gunned for the topmost
Benefit from me.
Ordered to put a shelf for himself.
I was coming for the right
Glacier road
He was asked the mud road to
Creat his way
And laughed for the safety.
His counterpart was bloomed for
The rich path.
He clapped his hands for his wild
Performances.
He sucked my ankle .
He wiped out his mettle and soul
From its bottom.
Brave was great to conquer his dread.
Struggled for his master's dreams.
He was supported by voice for kudos.
He was high to dream for his desires
The master was believed his eyes.
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