Never the people want the deepest parts of the oceans;
Fears are what they feel; time-waste is what they think our meal.
Desire they put on us to broken bridges;
Weirdness is what they perceive on our written voices.
Is not it a need of the world?
There is this word virtual reality;
Two opposing words, an oxymoron.
Some are fond of calling us, "morons."
Shakespeare's own linguistics will not get blamed;
Words release energy but never be the same.
People will never see it normally,
They will perceive it as a form of abnormality.
Nevertheless, words are my power, my great rally.
Shield are those letters; sword are those words in my ally.
For I believe each word represents every human;
Each representation, consider not the diversity; human is beauty.
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