Don't mind me for being so meek,
I assure you that this is very rare.
Holding back on all the quantities,
I know, that I assure my dear.
Enough of being a simpleton,
it is unappreciated, I concur.
But the rest is up to you to carry that deceitfulness,
Hatred, and trading your demure.
Everything that seems just right,
I can say without hesitation that it is not enough.
For you, well that may be,
But that just proves the tough.
In reality, I can say that you have no right to speak
The lesson to think or hear.
Rambling on and about to build up the stress;
In fact, it is just unclear.
I am at bay of the shore,
and you are behind the shadows underneath.
If there was a sudden quake, you'd close the door
And make sure I am at stake.
This may be undecided,
but for now I must say.
That whatever it is you manage with that trickery.
You won't get away.
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