The echoes sounded all over the place
It was mean and profound should someone else realize it.
It filled up every breathing period of a stout,
Though you know it is just an explosion of the heart yet the eloquence of it strikes your inner part.
Is that a game between unknown rivalries of networks, it is lame.
If you take a look on the side that is a ceasefire, either or makes you defeated.
Is this an opportunity for someone hungry for fame?
Everything makes a competition that you have to struggle in matches to your patron and goal.
It always feeds the cycle that would never ever stop unless we are blindfolded,
Unless the eyes are spying on one another
Unless the echoes are playing along with the sounds of nature
Everything is unlikely to end
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