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Countered:
The art of pure innocence
Seven chains test my tensile strength
As tree fruit wattles destiny zests
To secure wooden banks cherubim sent
Wise are my eyes to my child at play
Willing to work the warrior way
Taking the reign in a worrisome world
Where sacrifice made on a given day
Yields victorious as all comes to pass
Born to the art of pure innocence
My silken web sheen's a sleepy web weave
And nativity scenes whilst tender leaf bleeds
Floral my notes on mother-ship knees
In a room full of pride of home grown rings
Whittles the love from the highest of craft
Wise to calculate be-felled impurities
My babies' sweet light — my garden of love
Precision a faithful allay
Foresight; my child in flight
For what’s been is done for all to see
Willed not to return until proven worthy
Flowers will scent morality wild
Why, nothing’s in way of my chubby cheek child
A tablet of peace made with no fear
Determined by will of self governance
Soothed be…
