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In The Pursue Of Glory  

Men wasn't made to be God
yet they saddle phantom horses
               and ride hard
So hard that humble angels cry
In the pursue of glory
           stubborn men die
Yet they think eating the fruit
  will make them God-wise
So they cursed the earth to pursue the skies
Even if that means rebuilding Bel
So they laid the foundation where arrogant men fell,
       who fell so far and so deep...
the deadly worms put them to sleep
Vanity is vanity all is done in vain
Their worth in gold is less than their names

copyright 2007
Robert Anthony James              



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In The Pursue Of Glory