Except before or beyond our flesh,
What’s betwixt is a closed order;
And I or you assemble feats
built,
Otherwise, to never caved in, rather.
Ain’t redressing assessing addressing,
Actions; as all not alive on
sphere;
If indeed were, or forthwith be
speculated?
Shalt be millennia away, when compared!
Aha! Why this for thee but never for
me!
And what for me then let that
always be;
Never virtuous talk I did nor intended
to,
Stakeholder if ‘not,’ then shalt not
deplete.
If thrown in muck or pulled sheathed with it,
The smell is carried unless cleansed;
What legacy of deeds we built
since long,
Confined only to what’s
built, shalt repent!