Best Greed Poems
As you see universally
There is a great fall
Let love stretch its hands being universal
To love and teach us to love all,
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I dream a world where man
No other man will scorn,
Where love will bless the earth
And peace its paths adorn
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What civilization you do draw, man!
Enlightening some too little candles,
Beneath centuries' deep darkness is seen
Which is engulfing your own existence;
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Part One
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
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Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day,
As they go lumbering across the sky,
Squawking in joy of feeling safe on high,
Beating their heavy wings of owlish gray.
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This door you might not open, and you did;
So enter now, and see for what slight thing
You are betrayed... Here is no treasure hid,
No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring
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This midnight bids farewell to parting year
Who then, on chariot Time, his seat vacates.
The New Year succeeds him as Charioteer:
To drive us on, he's waiting at our gates.
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And a merchant said, 'Speak to us of Buying and Selling.'
And he answered and said:
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(from a song)
Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
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'Why keep a cow when I can buy,'
Said he, 'the milk I need,'
I wanted to spit in his eye
Of selfishness and greed;
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The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as a vulture hovers over a carcass, until he reached a beautiful lake surrounded by magnificent marble statuary.
He sat there pondering the water which poured from the mouths of the statues like thoughts flowing freely from a lover's imagination, and contemplating heavily his palace which stood upon a knoll like a birth-mark upon the cheek of a maiden. His fancy revealed to him the pages of his life's drama which he read with falling tears that veiled his eyes and prevented him from viewing man's feeble additions to Nature.
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Imagine that there is no heaven
Above us only a sky
Imagine that there is no religion
To create controversy and lies.
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The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought.
At that hour a young woman entered her chamber and knelt by her bed sobbing bitterly. Her heart flamed with agony but she could finally open her lips and say, 'Oh Lord, bring him home safely to me. I have exhausted my tears and can offer no more, oh Lord, full of love and mercy. My patience is drained and calamity is seeking possession of my heart. Save him, oh Lord, from the iron paws of War; deliver him from such unmerciful Death, for he is weak, governed by the strong. Oh Lord, save my beloved, who is Thine own son, from the foe, who is Thy foe. Keep him from the forced pathway to Death's door; let him see me, or come and take me to him.'
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Myth has it that the riches of the rich are good for all the people
And such a fable has got so many performances that it’s easy
To be swayed into thinking that it’s just the truth.
But when I see the eyes of the poor, aloof in their bare poverty,
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A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.
When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
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You have laid your life in vain,
Worry was not for self main,
But the way it was to be put off,
Only because of jacket bullet proof,
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Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness.
My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says
the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing
milk from his mother's forgotten breasts.
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They mouth love's language. Gnash
The thirteen teeth
Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and quailing, nude greed of the flesh.
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They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end
to their wrangling.
Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my
child, unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.
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Man is mortal and death is certain
So my beloved remove all the curtains
Hanging between you and reality
My boy mind well, it is your duty.
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In the land offering lush riches,
To care convey decent of needs.
Everything where flourishes,
And to harmony wide leads.
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In the prologue to the Masnavi Rumi hailed Love and its sweet madness that heals all infirmities, and he exhorted the reader to burst the bonds to silver and gold to be free. The Beloved is all in all and is only veiled by the lover. Rumi identified the first cause of all things as God and considered all second causes subordinate to that. Human minds recognize the second causes, but only prophets perceive the action of the first cause. One story tells of a clever rabbit who warned the lion about another lion and showed the lion his own image in a well, causing him to attack it and drown. After delivering his companions from the tyrannical lion, the rabbit urges them to engage in the more difficult warfare against their own inward lusts. In a debate between trusting God and human exertion, Rumi quoted the prophet Muhammad as saying, "Trust in God, yet tie the camel's leg."8 He also mentioned the adage that the worker is the friend of God; so in trusting in providence one need not neglect to use means. Exerting oneself can be giving thanks for God's blessings; but he asked if fatalism shows gratitude.
God is hidden and has no opposite, not seen by us yet seeing us. Form is born of the formless but ultimately returns to the formless. An arrow shot by God cannot remain in the air but must return to God. Rumi reconciled God's agency with human free will and found the divine voice in the inward voice. Those in close communion with God are free, but the one who does not love is fettered by compulsion. God is the agency and first cause of our actions, but human will as the second cause finds recompense in hell or with the Friend. God is like the soul, and the world is like the body. The good and evil of bodies comes from souls. When the sanctuary of true prayer is revealed to one, it is shameful to turn back to mere formal religion. Rumi confirmed Muhammad's view that women hold dominion over the wise and men of heart; but violent fools, lacking tenderness, gentleness, and friendship, try to hold the upper hand over women, because they are swayed by their animal nature. The human qualities of love and tenderness can control the animal passions. Rumi concluded that woman is a ray of God and the Creator's self.
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The Atlantic is a stormy moat; and the Mediterranean,
The blue pool in the old garden,
More than five thousand years has drunk sacrifice
Of ships and blood, and shines in the sun; but here the Pacific--
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My wearied heart bade me farewell and left for the House of Fortune. As he reached that holy city which the soul had blessed and worshipped, he commenced wondering, for he could not find what he had always imagined would be there. The city was empty of power, money, and authority.
And my heart spoke to the daughter of Love saying, "Oh Love, where can I find Contentment? I heard that she had come here to join you."
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The man whose riches satisfy his greed
Is not more rich for all those heaps and hoards
Than some poor man who has enough to feed
And clothe his corpse with such as God affords.
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Along the road the magpies walk
with hands in pockets, left and right.
They tilt their heads, and stroll and talk.
In their well-fitted black and white.
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Foolish ambitions
The greed of gluttons
Dissembles the heart
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World's flattery roasted with name and fame
to a peacock heart
is a desire wanting morsel.
unless a slice, millet size, let not
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Pain
Pain over here pain over there
Pain in my heart pain in my soul
Pain in my mind
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She must be honest, both in thought and deed,
Of generous impulse, and above all greed;
Not seeking praise, or place, or power, or pelf,
But life’s best blessings for her higher self,
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Majestic he mounts the thermals high,
Serenely sailing yon clear blue sky;
Alone he circles, wings abreast
Far above, his mountain nest.
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Gold in the mountain,
And gold in the glen,
And greed in the heart,
Heaven having no part,
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cruelty conquers light of earthly living
by tools of narrow endings of mortality
devours the sweet breath of air
humanism is still a mockery by greed
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All around us
Youths are dying
Victimized by greed
Of a WALL STREET kind
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Unwillingly ushered in a house unknown,
Saw a young lady keeping head down,
White complexioned girl with eyes brown,
Almost frozen but expressions not frown,
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We think only We've a manipulative mind
Above us all there is super calculative mind
Who can juggle our life with his mastermind
And still gives a chance to repent and be kind
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This door you might not open, and you did;
So enter now, and see for what slight thing
You are betrayed.... Here is no treasure hid,
No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring
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I knew the greedy traveller very well,
He travelled throughout his life
In search of wealth and affluence,
He succeeded in his mission
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This door you might not open, and you did;
So enter now, and see for what slight thing
You are betrayed.... Here is no treasure hid
No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring
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When Love arose in heart and deed
To wake the world to greater joy,
'What can she give me now?' said Greed,
Who thought to win some costly toy.
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Exchange in greed the ungraceful signs. Thrust
The thick notes between green apple breasts.
Then the shadow of the devil descends,
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“You all get lost “I blasted the friends,
'You all have robbed me” in the ends,
'Why could I not smell your presence?
'Was that not the necessity or essence?
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The fighting is over, the battle is won
Overhead the crows are gathering
The dead lay like a grisly carpet
Those not dead groan or cry and pray softly
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In the Book of God (Ilahi-nama) 'Attar framed his mystical teachings in various stories that a caliph tells his six sons, who are kings themselves and seek worldly pleasures and power.
The first son is captivated by a virgin princess, and his father tells him the adventures of a beautiful and virtuous woman who attracts several men but miraculously survives their abuse and then forgives them. They acknowledge that carnal desire is necessary to propagate the race but also recognize that passionate love can lead to spiritual love, which can annihilate the soul in the beloved.
Other stories indicate the importance of respecting the lives of other creatures such as ants or dogs. One only thinks oneself better than a dog because of one's dog-like nature.
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Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
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On one hand you fly high
In your thoughts
Never say die
On the otherhand you just sigh
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All around its greed
More more more I need
If I have one I need more
I am not satisfied anymore
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Based On..“a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with… afzal shauq”
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If and when the invincible book of norms is ignored?
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Where thoughts are defiled with
Anger, greed, violence and pride;
Where mind revolts against the truth
And carries the lies as its guide;
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It starts with a heart of love
With the soul flowing of sincerity
A simplicity of self but imparting own behalf
With purity of intentions ready to give
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Resentment mixed with greed
Are the tunes she sings
From love and lust she bleed
On envy she feed
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Now ere I slept, my prayer had been that I might see my way
To do the will of Christ, our Lord and Master, day by day;
And with this prayer upon my lips, I knew not that I dreamed,
But suddenly the world of night a pandemonium seemed.
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I know two women, and one is chaste
And cold as the snows on a winters waste,
Stainless ever I act and thought
(As a man, born dumb, in speech errs not) .
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We are the prisoners of our own desires
And we are fond of our own built cages
The day we break free of our inner-selves
Is the day we are a step closer to God
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Folly, depravity, greed, mortal sin
Invade our souls and rack our flesh; we feed
Our gentle guilt, gracious regrets, that breed
Like vermin glutting on foul beggars' skin.
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Like a grey shadow lurking in the light,
He ventures forth along the edge of night;
With silent foot he scouts the coulie's rim
And scents the carrion awaiting him.
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My thoughts soar not as they ought to soar,
Higher and higher on soul-lent wings;
But ever and often and more and more
They are dragged down earthward by little things,
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Swift swallows sailing from the Spanish main,
O rain-birds racing merrily away
From hill-tops parched with heat and sultry plain
Of wilting plants and fainting flowers, say--
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In the outward movement of our senses
we revel in a range of tastes
many very fine and some we know
to be perhaps a little base.
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Here death, killing, violence and hunger
Round the clock play the game of doom;
Snatching, hijacking, injustice and inconvenience
Grow the grass of sorrow in the field of life.
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When the end of road is near, when time is moving fast
When everything is added up, and the last of dies is cast
From the silent garden of despair, my voice is crying out
Take this cup away from me and release my mind from doubt
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i love this world, when the world loves me
i hate this world, when the world hates me
Proudly i claim i've all the freedom
But are my thoughts really free from this WORLDLY kingdom.
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Let's see the world with an open eye,
And take it as a bivouac not destination,
Its love is false and nature sly,
It's an obstacle in the way of emancipation.
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As we beg for forgiveness
The world is on it's knees
begging for justice
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He lives a life alone on his floating kingdom,
A Dutch barge of immaculate neatness.
Barry left a life of greed and falsehoods
Many years ago
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Looking down
what largely to descry
but an idolatrous eye -
image uninviting...
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We have travelled to Moon and Mars
We are to conquer many more stars
With the blessings of science and human brain
So much progress have we made in material gain
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Drink the nectar of the Divine Name, O human! Drink the nectar of the Divine Name!
Leave the bad company, always sit among righteous company. Hearken to the mention of God (for your own sake).
Concupiscence, anger, pride, greed, attachment: wash these out of your consciousness.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover. Soak yourself in the dye of His colour.
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Why is the hole that my father dug
worth more when it's being dug today?
It still is the same size from what I've seen
and the same amount of dirt they haul away!
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Some people want to die
Some people want to live
Some people want to take
Some people want to give
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May there be a dawn after every night,
May there be peace instead of a fight.
May there be joy instead of sorrow,
May there be a friend instead of a foe.
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.....Might....life exist
Through sake of chance
......Some odd result
Of happenstance
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The pin-swin or spine-swine
(the edgehog miscalled hedgehog) with all his edges out,
echidna and echinoderm in distressed-
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I know you are fearful...................
Questioning your mortality -
How much longer?
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A hardcore criminal
annoyed a monk, time
and again, asking him
how to meet God.
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I pray you to take me to the height,
From where fall is not possible,
But I know my worth,
Being a human being I am the victim of
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Poets suffer
With the pain,
Of the Whole World,
And make no distinction
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Introduction: *A piece for Islam*...The month of fasting, Ramadan is near. The time of joy to spot the moon, happiness, love, forgiveness, devotion, prayer, peaceful hope, it all rests up ahead. May Allah forgive and grant us the utmost sensation in life and in hereafter...
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If we could live forever
How much wiser would we be?
Would we have grown accustomed
To the suffering we see?
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Beauty of my garden shows me that real life is free,
its colour calls out please, please stop to look at me.
I hear the wind rush through the shrubs and trees, my
music playing soft, a robins song, all sounds of silence.
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Grey pigeon flutters on ledge of concrete.
Wonder, how it survives on urban streets.
Seen them flock in city squares as folks throw seeds.
Unlike hawks don’t swoop down and snatch with greed.
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I will stare down into the bottomless pit
Till I see a reflection in it
The abyss never lies
Only deceives the weak, the blind
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I am a dreamer
I dream of peace
I dream of reason
A dream of greed
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Dear God,
Let our borrowers pay us back
We can take no more flack
We have to remain on track
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Tell me, Brother, how can I renounce Maya?
When I gave up the tying of ribbons, still I tied my garment about me:
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Has our planet ever charged rent for living on it?
It shared its bounty, though some rules were implicit
How could we be so short-sighted and full of greed.
We may have to pay a price for this, God forbid.
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Diwali is a festival of love and light,
Its aim is to live in peace, not in fight.
It is celebrated to recall memory of Lord Ram,
People with sacred body offer God psalm.
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Imprisoned in squalor, like a rat in a cage
A hopeless ignition explodes into rage
Poverty's chains cut with mocking intent
Desensitized humans with anger to vent
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I dream a scene
Where a baby falls asleep
Having sucked a pair of breasts
Resembling two pomegranates weighing ten kg.
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Tell me ye King-craft of to-day
Where is Athens, who made men free;
Then sank into stupor by the way,
Subdued by the Spartan tyranny? ...
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Allahu Akbar!
Allahu Akbar!
From Allah comes today
Rahmat, Kauthar.
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In this, the City of my Discontent,
Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass,
"Romance, Romance — is here. No Hindu town
Is quite so strange. No Citadel of Brass
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Since the inception of this beautiful world,
The pull of possession plagued our prudence.
The greed grazed each glistening soul into rust
And the stinginess suited our new credence....
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What life! For I know, it's a magical bag
I can see uneyed, the bag with its tag
Always empty, it has a gigantic desire
What a folly with us? Why bathed in pyre!
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Money Money Money
You're just a a thing in itself
But why is it your controlling me
Bit by bit you consume my sanity...
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Fire is extinguished but the ashes are hot,
Nature writes a story with the same old plot,
How naughty is she with a coin for the slot,
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I came to your abode God,
my glockenspiel loud to wake you up
my mind in manacle, realized
not your gentle demeanors
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