Sometimes i find it hard to conceal the tempest raging inside my head.
A maelstrom of mystifying thoughts and words.
It isn't necessary to petition the Lord.
Do what is best for you.
Maybe I'm too arrogant to get a clue.
Know the importance of asking important questions.
There aren't any wise men left to settle these inquisitions.
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