A Fools Parable
A Fool believes his enemies are his friends
In battle he wears a blind fold to the end
He say's to his brother, ' my plate is full '
When his soul is empty.
A fool has no direction
His compass is himself
Misery and shame is all he knows how to gain
He believes in his own little games.
A Fool I tell you has no shame
His mind is shallow and his heart is cold
And even though you where to complain
The fool will let you take that blame.
This parable is not written to condemn or offend
I hope you comprehend and read to the end
A fool is nobodies friend
He buries his gold and steals from his master.
A fool words are vain
Nothing he does is sincere and out of love
He lives to brag and dislikes using his brain
All he brings is a luxury of lifelong pain.
Knowledge nor wisdom are apart of his psychotic games
A fool is the only one who believes one day he will gain.
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