What Will Happen?

Immerging possesses the whole
while submerging possesses the wean.
Which do you esteem?
People drive you sensible
he wholely unamicable
soul rests upon
winter's crest and summer's delight.
On the occasion of creation
On the creation of criteria
The bounds are within our limits.
On the perusal of our cares
On the homage of our holdings
The bounds are within our limits.
On the hands of your temptation
On your home of love one's regression
The bounds are within your limits.
On the death of your profession
On the guess by their bets
The bounds are within their limits
On the end of your beginning
On the provision of your expertise
On the playing with your risks.
On the decadence of your soul.
On the thirst of your survival.

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