Every morning
Not necessarily in the public square
But in your house
From the comfort of your walk
In your sleep
In every ado
When you re moved by instinct
And instincts alone
Send your word
It is your only messenger
That cost not a dime
It gives you delivery
In record time
But the spirit
Delay thereafter
To test your power of expectations
It sounds so foolish to expect
An impregant mother
To born
It tells you
"Don't you think
Your re a fool
Go and work
You lazy man
You will never
Eat
If you don't work
You will die"
Don't listen to it
For that is the spirit of deception
It sent to you
To deceive you to quit
But the spirit of expectations
Is coming
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