I Hate spontaneity
I Hate spontaneity
Last night, men were
not satisfied,
When they met
entirety;
from then I hate
spontaneity.
Last day, men were not
sure,
When they have certainty;
from then I hate spontaneity.
Last week, men were
not filled up,
When green acted as either
paternity;
from then I hatespontaneity.
Last month, men were
not greedy,
When they could
achieve the freedom of possibility;
from then I hate spontaneity.
Last year, men were
not in men,
When they had the
power of all capacity;
from then I hate spontaneity.
Spontaneity the
flower of holy play,
now with blooms hair,
become the daughter
of clay.
spontaneity opens the
path of all probability,
So, from then to now
I hate spontaneity.
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