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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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Watila

In the heart of a man named Watila, there lies a truth, clear and still,
He believes in patience, not in temper's bitter chill.

For anger burns like fire bright, consuming all in its fierce might,
But patience, like a steady stream, flows calmly through the darkest night.

With strategy as his trusted guide, Watila treads a path so wise,
He knows that rage will only divide, while patience can bridge the widest divide.

In every trial, in every test, Watila stands with calm unrest,
For he knows that in the end, it's patience that will truly bless.

So heed the words of Watila, let temper's flames be quelled and stilled,
Embrace the power of patience, and with strategy, your dreams fulfilled.

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