Trouble comes to me
at times of good,
I long for peace
it ripes no fruit,
How troublesome is a trouble!


Head burns in rage,
for people it's a "holy moly".
Whispered judgements
loud debate,
deep hatred


A lesson of pacification
is what I have pondered.
I long for peace
no dark grudges,
no hidden tactics


I am mighty by mind,
I seek not see
preparing myself for "the coming"
it's marching towards me with hundreds,
I'll parade towards it with a legion.




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