Beautiful iron, standing straight,
Built around, old heaven's gait,
Gated walls, tremendous, true,
Stated flaws, remain in view.
We are what this world's about,
As others talk, just lashing out,
Ignore the bore, the hustler's tout,
The pouting whore, the nagging doubt,
And rise, and rise, above the dirt,
Decide, to guide, the better work.
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