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With all the delights that this day has pumped in me,
I shall exhale, evaluating.
Nothing frights me though,
Yet at times my humility easily goes.
A fearless vagabond that I have turned into,
Even the merciless, to look into my eyes, does not dare.
I am in no haste,
Even my trots have the power to leap and make a thud,
Such that everybody fall off their steps.
Your stares that I descry,
No more make a difference to me.
For I am immune and have no Envy,
Fear, agitations, trepidation or gluttonous desires.
It is no shame, those sights be such a common thing and all the same.
I have no back story and none coming forth,
Shortly or in this life,
I don't hesitate to yell what many of you cannot spell.
For all the stabs faced,
Birthed a scabbard and a sword in one frame.
The truth could be my lingua franca,
Forlorn be the brethren of my creed.
Repressed and silenced are my alarms of seize fire over the border,
Mollifying and tranquilizing be a part of my duty.
To stand the repercussion of my sins counts in my atonement,
For it is never an evansce, too late.
I fear no hell or purgatory,
For I have witnessed worse in some eyes.
Victimization is a poor retreat,
To harangue them and present self with an ode is no feat.
Patience is my dagger to time,
And threatening each other we walk rakishly hand in hand.
To trail back,
Is not for me that fatal.
I emancipate the baited,
And buster am I of existing parasites.
Liberty is my boundary,
I would dare not to annihilate a choice.
But I do not condone either,
For I hate to feel withered and there is no way I may let go.
I am relentless,
I would not mind if you address me as a bovine.
I am cathartic and hysterical, most of all a contributor here,
An energy straight from plasma, unsimplified.