And the ultimate nemesis
The beauty of existence
The womb of history
The womb of existence
Never smiles but often frown
A stern face and a driver
With no back to return
Moving in clockwise direction
Not anti clockwise
Or counterclockwise direction
Time is strange
We think
Is our friends
How we were wrong
Our greatest fiend
If you use it well
You still for you shall grow
Old
Not like the angels of black power
If you fail to use it well
Your colossal failure
Is guaranteed
Under time
The winner and looser
Are all looser
He who gains looses
He who looses looses
The later a double loss
What a strange time
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