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SUCH HASTE, SUCH WASTE
Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith
Desires of sodom, you chase
till you wear and rot to waste.
The truths of life you dare not face
you cower behind the shell of race
and bequeath to it,the fortune of your days
Oh Sister, why the haste
this phase you crave
is soiled with fray
this course you chart
is fraught with chains
Are you numb to the flames;
that chars the face with pains
that lays in wait, in ways
unseen to sight and gaze
You fill your pate with tales of hate
and lose your fate in pits of vale
The weight of your plate
is filled with kills of kin
why the haste, brother
why the waste, sister?
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