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Claymore
Hail to open criticism
I chose to say it in this foreign language.
That feels like a hearth to me, a million kisses,
There is a story before a happening, vision
Of lost territories, recovered by hook and crook,
By Claymore swift cuts, by Moore Scimitar,
Where I recover my homeland and more,
Where I accept that am capable of deeds not done,
And pursuit a path that is really mine, from the heart,
That is to say, from my cognitive position, Epistemology,
Incorporate all my logos and pathos in a great Lyceum of the new age,
With the participation of a marvelous team, working in tied synchrony.
Is it a flawed dream or a reality made prophecy?
I have so many things to debate that only one person is incapable of processing
So evidently a team of multidisciplinary young open minded people
Is a condition sine qua non, want to know more?
That realm, keep that restless charm, but how come,
Collective intelligence is you and your gadgets or we and our multi links?
I prefer the second but truth and cooperation or null state is a condition,
I really mean that agent provocateurs should not be undone,
Unless it is strictly evident that they’re only obstacle...
Paradoxical?
No.
Our best aid is open criticism, bur not nihilism or hate, sans plus.
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