Paves its path in pervidy
Is bereft of moral bliss
Is solitude of practice
Is unmoved by insanity
Is insouciant by disunity
Is inspired by cheap victory.

Cruel criticism
Ruins the purpose of justice
Very evil and oafish
Very offensive and selfish
Very roguish and ghostly
Very vindictive and beastly
Very hostile and flimsy.

A social projest in tune
With reason must every
Force harmonise
And with love and care
Rebuff the fears
Of participating members
And others.

Perfection is not
In being perfect
For mortals are
Are designed for frailties
All is bound to err
Erring is not a plague
It is its humiliation
That rinse our race
In wrecks.

In rebuilding this empire
We shall criticise the process
But in criticising our
Goals shall not be lost
In attaining them
our worth shall
Not be massacred
We who truly
Are humane
And speak our minds
Even though they
Be blunderous
By more standard beliefs.

{Taken From Samaformist Agenda, The Essence of Existence}.

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