To each who puts to you the question ultimate,
You shall give what is called a smile well dignified.
‘Avaunt!’ some might woof soon if you did hesitate
To answer question theirs with proof just improvised.
Would you to each say this thought with confidence:
The Sun gives light how and how all’s well organised?
On Earth flatline all, also dwell as audience,
Except none do know how the world is harmonised.
On soul every chances death should you clarify,
Then state precisely that one truth’s immortalised:
Of you will each live and die; need one verify?
And how this world of ours protected edified?
If they pretended not to apprehend;
Tell each to fight until the bitter end.
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