Was the Sun, all this while, burning or sleeping?
Was it taken like a helpless bird, with only one wing?
How do I discern if its light was beached on shore of sea?
Out of that churning whorl, they came and snatched it from poor me!
I have to save too many drowning crew from the ocean’s floor
Where the ships had sunk, they were really loathe to go!
I am unlike hybrid earth, Leo ought to know!
The partnering with all these fish; it should have abhorred!
And I am constrained to rework the contours of this system
God had a hand; but a few others did contraband, understand?
Paradise simply doesn’t manifest like the whims of a magic wand
There is a delicate balance for what is Right, where evil does flaunt
I am not picture perfect, but I try to be correct
We have duty to keep, if providence must, virtue, collect
Passion is not compassion, and compassion can prove brittle
You must know the game is cruel, despite the referee’s whistle!
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