Information, is the education.
The combination- in the ways of life.
Inspiration is the medication.
Sensation?
The exploitation.
Salvation only happening at the station.
Admiration is the celebration,
The temptation.
Imitation and vibration.
So different yet so alike.
We strike the dyke unlike the rest.
Expressed the request?
Impressed but depressed.
for the blood will soon flood.
He "so-called loved" her.
But drugged her?
she was misjudged,
Shoved, but not hugged.
Stunned to see her like this,
Miss Swiss wouldn't be kissed, not like this.
Consoled me, to behold me.
Coldly but boldly,
The old tree told me;
"Beware for the glare, it would scare
And declare, the square aware of the prayer."
There the air was fair.
But we had to prepare, to repair the unfair!
They swear they won't stare.
They wrote to host a vote.
The vote took place on a boat.
The grace- they took from space,
To embrace and retrace.
To be shunned... to be succumbed.
Plummeted at the bottom of the earth,
To rebirth the worth of sensation?
The creation.
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