Death To the Good Man
On the pathway to heaven above,
Fierce menaces assail.
Down the road to hell beneath,
Beguiling lures make him frail.
A life is inflicted! Nay, afflicted!
He a dry bone, walks alive dead
Blessed with cultural curses
Cursed with modern time blessings
The good man's out in the field
Roaming, he roams wild and free
Thoughts of good grasp his knee
His desire's stopped and fails to breed
Deep beneath the water
Evil thoughts do bind him
Live, die, or survive, a good is altered
Alas! A rhythmic dirge is sung from the hymn
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