Sitting on the chair
Upright in posture
Invigorously I know not
When I craned my head up
Thoughts huddled together
For the warmth unknown
The fan was zooming
Pullying the ceiling down
One touch the foot
One touch the sky
Such elevation
Lofted beyond the roof
Loam moistened
Every pore of my being
The verdict will soon happen
The judgment day will come
Upright in posture
Invigorously I know not
When I craned my head up
Thoughts huddled together
For the warmth unknown
The fan was zooming
Pullying the ceiling down
One touch the foot
One touch the sky
Such elevation
Lofted beyond the roof
Loam moistened
Every pore of my being
The verdict will soon happen
The judgment day will come
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