Unpleasant Sound

Stop that ideal you
As being aware of noon
Your bone, zizagging
Your eyes, blinding, too.

Achievement has done
Sterility serves you none
Few days to fall in a fool
If knowing games not to lose

But bear in mind this prelude
Not until you wooden look.

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