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The language preached at dusty

street eradicate the mind-eye

possibility to envisage. The habitat

is hazy, all living creatures adjust

to the Domain in dominion of

that patterns preached.

The language "money is the root of all evil",

while they need it desperate preached

The man without vision perish preached.

Sex before marriage it a sin preached.

Love your neighbor as yourself preached.

Im not in a point of confuting;

The language preached contradict

act of linguists and their livelihood

contravene, while Posterity scrutinize

and adjust. Locked.

Comfort zone is murky,

Sight blinded by the thickest mist.

The dangerous zone to be, dying

without earthly experience, Locked.