A man steady demise begins
From perceptions he holds within
About his inadequacies
A man is half dead
When he thinks there’s someone better
Far much than the deserves good things
A man is dead, he who fears
Because he can’t bring himself to action
For his mind conceives destruction
A man ends begins when he craves
Solitude, away from a woman’s love
For solitude is self-euthanisation
A man’s thoughts make him
Good or bad, it will manifest
In what he attracts not what he desires
Be mean to thy self
And the world will reciprocate
Give, and the world will too
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