A virgin heart,
Not devoid of emotions,
Only cautious of the civilization so callous,
My puritan alliance with its allegiance,
And I will to trod on,
The vindictive generation has an inclusive claim,
But can we be a match for them?
Were we not asleep on their coming?
Or perhaps we settle on forgetting,
That their position was fated,
Mission preordained.
In the light so right,
My heart will thrive in virginity,
Until the right bestow light.
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