Of which we are created and each within its keep
Which of its potential we are of no more but even asking
As we accept ways to much shorter, cheap upkeeps
The norms of mankind is of no more of life-everlasting
As recorded; as accurately as predicted of these troubled times
Of which ill normalcy of real but left to every unmasking
As ill normacy makes us all but of the of every ill, distinct sign
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