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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Muteru

In a world of uncertainty, Muteru stands tall,
With a steadfast gaze, heeding nature's call.
Prepare for the worst, he often implores,
For life's tempests, he fervently ensures.

With a pack on his back and maps in hand,
He charts the course across shifting sand.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Muteru persists, never asking why.

"Prepare, prepare," his mantra rings,
As the wind howls and the blackbird sings.
For in readiness lies true power,
In the darkest hour, in the loneliest hour.

He stocks provisions for famine and feast,
And plans for the turmoil that may never cease.
A sage in the storm, a beacon of light,
Guiding others through the darkest night.

Though some may scoff at his cautious way,
Muteru persists, come what may.
For in his heart, he knows the truth,
That preparedness is the key to youth.

So heed his wisdom, if you dare,
And face the future without a care.
For in Muteru's steadfast certainty,
Lies the strength to conquer destiny.

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