Sonnet 55 that “Not marble nor the gilded monuments / Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme” [1–2]).

I walk for miles an see nothing but wild trees
Then as I live and breath a new chapter to my story a man but not just any man. A fighter so I fight and run. His mind does not like the beautiful lady's strong so. I out run him at all cost. And not once put my hood over my hat. Then I see the money now I scream out with happiness.

Let yourself transfer into a creature that does not belongs to this materialistic world

What is truth? said jesting Pilate; and would not stay for an answer.

Written By Francis Bacon

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