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Have you ever
thought about this: those who're clever life away piss tending bodies, starving their soul? What is to gain living in vain dreams of life's pride that to Hell glide while lust of eyes and flesh cajole? What can be done to pass the time, if every one, whilst they climb existence's mounting stumbling-blocks, always look back down a lost track where they went wrong: wand'ring among legalist priests whose mumbling mocks? A happy life from birth to death: husband and wife, children and faith all seem like mundane illusion: what gives true joy that will destroy imagined fear, sorrow and drear? Hope based on envy's exclusion! So much must pass 'tween Heav'n and Earth where each soul has only one birth wherewith to taste good and evil; it stands to truth that right from youth one follow should what our heart would and with love defeat the Devil! Vote for this poem
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