When I set to purge my mindful words
I had to consult my physician for medications
My heart is heavy and loaded of good words
Ev'n the empty earth can't accomodate the words
My dipsomaniac sword danced around the Whitefield
And disseminated colourful words on the Whitefield
Hidden secret purged from my skillful sword of words
And everywhere I filled with motivating bloods
Thou' my Whitefield is novice of what's coming
But my loaded heart gripped my sword of words
And meticulously unleashed apoplectic colour on my Whitefield
In the end, my heart is free and my words lives on.
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