Enough to erase it,
So I may as well write another one,
To finally admit,
What's been lying underneath all along,
Refusing any truth,
Coursing through the veins of every person,
With their dinner wine and dessert vermouth,
The imbued fear meant for the nth factor,
That might up and revolt,
Even though everyone knows they're the first,
To unfasten the bolts.
So why bother,
When good outweighs the bad?
You can't imagine what we could create,
With no restrictions on what we could have.
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