The air has gotten lighter,
Tis another day given,
He is everything but a fighter.
Another day,
Another way,
To pass the time,
Since the first chime.
Through the window now,
Not all light can be described,
Behold the weapon against thou,
The mind even though it can be bribed.
What he sees he observes,
What he observes he records,
What he records he thinks,
What he thinks, he knows.
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