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Each Has Their Own God
Who can drift through this fleeting world like a star on high? I, too, shall not touch the depths of the vast, endless sky. I lived my life in my own way, gathering wisdom with care, Yet upon death, I will take none of it, none of it will I bear. I might depart this world too soon for one, or linger on for another, But I won’t end my days like a stray dog on the gutter. As long as I walk with honesty, free from life's afflictions, The truth will stand revealed in the five poems I've written. In this deceitful age we live, only the honest will prevail, Yet still my heart stays pure and free, untouched by any tale. Tempted by the devil's wiles, men stray from truth's embrace, And wealth, fame, and fleeting status, reveal their true disgrace. I've learned the tongues of many lands, seen all that life can show, Yet cannot grasp the voice of God, my heart is filled with woe. In God's name, the frail wear masks, pretending to be wise, They seek revenge from silent graves, behind their faith, the lies. Each has their own God now, and people stand apart, Harmony has vanished, twisted minds and heavy heart. Once the lid has lifted from the blessings God bestows, Each one pulls for themselves, as discord ever grows.
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