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The world has a plan 

Colour in their order found no order as this 

Insanity rock bands and team 

In terms of teeming situations serving the good 

Our moral expectation had got some food 

Life in the hood of every corner will fight 

The defense around the fence from the ground 

Fend as friends beyond moral mortal lens 

Life would laugh in light of super glare 

Hard as gems would be streets of expectations 

In heat of hitting fit 

Beating what is hard 

Carving fine ought.

 

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