In the unfathomable portion of the mind,
Lies a question,not so kind.
What is the real rule to success,did you ever mind?
Encouragement,art thou the reason?
Or Insult that seeds the poison!
Sources be mean or dear,
Ultimately success is what men care.
Hurt as much as you can,
Insult too as much as you can.
Alas!The seeds of success have already been sown.
But where are now those leaves of hatred?
Are they already blown?
Trumpets which once added colors to our friendship,
Now mourns on our fiendship.
Wish we could ever soften the path of our hardships!
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