Yours
You sit and
pray,
For food and
wine,
To sow the
seeds,
You have no
time.
You feel the
truth,
And how to
be,
And then
deny,
That's what
you see.
You're full
of woe,
And
question, why?
For the
answers,
You won't
even try.
Led by
sorrow,
Hide in
lies,
For all
misdeeds,
There's
something dies.
You get
what's coming,
Ease or
strife,
Depending,
How you
treat this life.
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