The overall manifesto of this poet and his convictions was printed in a beige colored paper for centuries ago, covered with blood and lacrimation from the turmoil and musings of tormented unspoken truth beyond his expeditions, that undermines the idea of his eternal and perpetual conscience, that broughtforth through various circumstances, that unleashes the rancor and lashes of someone's will, since the driving force was being mortified by someone who never tidy their lawn, yet calls for a judicial actions. These are things how the poet himself invoke his raging riot with an ink pen mixed with crimson paint to internalize and marginalize different measures of angles, justifying for clarity.
Above all, In the realm of this jurisdiction, there will always be a final verdict.
Best regards,
The Chief of Conviction and the Anguished Poet
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