Food of taste has dwindling pleasure,
Beauty of young has thief of aging,
Shine of moon has end of set,
Happiness of life has distractor of sadness,
Piled wealth flattens or empities as merits exhaust or death comes,
Life has contesting death,
Meeting has parting to destroy,
All has perfect anti-dote to kill its existence,
I have found none to wipe you off,
No emotions have banished you from my mind,
No enjoyment has annihilated multiple come back of your in ring of brain,
At last champion and toughest competitor I found,
Although it might never beat you yet it might last little long,
The distractor "career and life" would only be one,
To reduce image of yours a bit,
Yet, you will never be dissolved in solution of neurotic flesh and blood.
Afterall, you reign as undefeated,
So much did I waste to bring in contestants,
All but to futile end,
As you are famous and champaign,undefeated,
Beat me not with your true strength of "upper cut" of reality,
And knock me down, permanent.
For world shall lose mind like mine,
That is still unused for many purpose and humanity,
Let you defeat just by not using "upper cut".
Let you only use imaginary tactics of my brain,
To defeat me with sympathy and ambiguity.
Beauty of young has thief of aging,
Shine of moon has end of set,
Happiness of life has distractor of sadness,
Piled wealth flattens or empities as merits exhaust or death comes,
Life has contesting death,
Meeting has parting to destroy,
All has perfect anti-dote to kill its existence,
I have found none to wipe you off,
No emotions have banished you from my mind,
No enjoyment has annihilated multiple come back of your in ring of brain,
At last champion and toughest competitor I found,
Although it might never beat you yet it might last little long,
The distractor "career and life" would only be one,
To reduce image of yours a bit,
Yet, you will never be dissolved in solution of neurotic flesh and blood.
Afterall, you reign as undefeated,
So much did I waste to bring in contestants,
All but to futile end,
As you are famous and champaign,undefeated,
Beat me not with your true strength of "upper cut" of reality,
And knock me down, permanent.
For world shall lose mind like mine,
That is still unused for many purpose and humanity,
Let you defeat just by not using "upper cut".
Let you only use imaginary tactics of my brain,
To defeat me with sympathy and ambiguity.
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