Implicit are the actions,
Subtle is the mode,
But Oh! What a reaction!
Does a disfavour bode!

Trust a person to the limit,
Treat him like your own,
Sooner or later you reach the zenith,
And everything gets blown.

Precious are those people,
Who know to keep their keep,
Guarding all they value,
Beyond a lone man’s knees.

Rusted is the heart,
Tainted is the mind,
For all things seen and heard,
Beyond a lone man’s smile.

So Lo! Behold! Guard your keep!
Or does thou hurt deep!
For breaking it, breaks all that,
Make thoust sanity keep.


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