Sit back and watch, all so lonely and all so weak...
A tired horse out of the race course , shredding memories of his glories and watching that all going...
Swift snoring out the passions indeed which ones looked back seemed legit but...
Behind every observation is a clear practical implementation, every single detail has been traced and none of the tracks are derailed...
Henceforth, every little hesitation has a clear demand of gaining pure majority and such evidence that followed locked minds and infuriated souls shall stick aside the serious notes and shall thereby suspend the senerioty of submission...
Not every single soul is admirable, only one with onus of style found in all odds of the fall shall be able to trace the real face of weakness...
And the one who finds the weakness and unable to apprehend the finest of the souls shall fall in another weak and have the courtesy to stay resting and staying silent in the nest of cowardness...
Here's how one fall weaker with every second moving on and on...
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