Oh boy, oh boy, don’t be so Jealous,
There comes a point when everyone possesses the thrive,
It's nobody, but god, who can tell us,
For what’s the reality and the speculative.
Once in a while, Julius Caesar,
A great leader, shortly for a course,
Was contaminated as a mugger.
Try not to do that with me once more, Brutus!
You'll pick the wrong path.
You’re confused,
Perplexed you are!
Let the clouds downpour,
Be open to a clear sky,
That'd be the point,
at which you'd perceive the gospel.
At last,
Why would I fib?
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