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Don’t obey leaders Be a good person on earth Spread peace together Не подчиняйтесь лидерам Будьте хорошим человеком на земле Распространяйте мир вместе 不要服從領導 做一個地球上的好人 共同傳播和平 لا تطيع القادة كن شخصا صالحا على الأرض انشر السلام معا No obedezcas a los líderes Sé una buena persona en la tierra Difundir la paz juntos N’obéissez pas aux dirigeants Soyez une bonne personne sur terre Répandre la paix ensemble Não obedeças aos líderes Se uma boa pessoa na terra Difundir a paz juntos

Honestly, there are times I wish I could walk outside, Feel the cool breeze, Feel the sun's heat, No longer having to worry. Honestly, there are moments I could be seated, Nothing on my mind, Nothing I need to find, Just feasting on serenity. Honestly, I wish time could go back a bit, Back to the quiet times, Back before I wrote my rhymes, When my mind could not obsess on words. Honestly, I wish I had more strength of spirit. I could be my own, Free to exist, to be alone. I wish I never made friends.

Breathing. It's all I can hear as I hold the reins of the unruly steed betwixt my thighs. He nods his head, wanting to fly, but I need to take pause before I feel rise. Night falls as my eyes scan the horizon, watching the clouds fade to blackened grey; the burns on my soul sting and blister still, healing still quite a ways away. My sword gently taps the saddle in its sheath as the stallion under me barely contains his urge. It takes much of my own will's strength to steady the wanton, wild desires of his primal surge. With closed eyes and a sigh, again gentle are my words of admonishment to him. I ask him to remember our task at hand, to not be so hasty, to share some of the grim. With the darkness settling in, running is trouble. Going double-time the way he does would be a lacerating experience running through bramble and branch, especially for me. We start at a trot as the quiet land takes its last breath of daylight and warmth, as the run will be warming. We must now hurry