Peace is not your
whiskey
It is not either your
sex
It is that one little
key
For most challenges
complex!
You have a way with those
pretty words,
For them, you end up
in petty wars,
No matter how mighty
you think you are
You kill your selves like
powerful cowards!
Pray you sit with your
selves and think,
So your willies and
lusts are over for good
Peace as it were, is waiting
to unlock and blink,
Winsome words tarrying
to charm, just as they should!
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