The sun's to veto darkness;
because, it depresses the light,
covered it with dusk to night,
infectious to a person
who borrowed the white feather,
pertinent for contemporary weather.
I am a person of rationalism,
compassionate and generous,
acting amorous for a cause.
in my mask of virtuousity,
I am honest in a way,
so defined in my eyes when i bray.
I hate dishonesty;
but, guilty of infidelity,
I can stand on my own
with integrity
if you'll painfully moan.
Loathing of dirty money,
a saint am i in generosity,
providing you the costly wealth
in vetoed honesty.
Never have i been guilty of treason,
for i am a person of wisdom,
witty and cunning
to commence every game;
but, if in games' encore
the climate so tempestuous,
blame the socially forbidden amor,
for superfluous money, we adore.
Please forgive my honesty
in forbidden dishonesty;
but, i am what i am,
behind your bedlam.
Bonics Bachinela
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