Killer Blade of Stress
In and out, the body seem to fade
one more push on the mind is a crime
to good and long life, it is a huge blade
as for the need to rest, oh dear, no time
too much fire won’t make gold from jade
no item can save the wave, not a dime
can pile to take it up a high grade
then make life less, just when in its prime
a live wire on life to prohibit
to run in free flow, it will inhibit
not wise to let this heat exhibit
end to end to make good use of the day
when it is time, let the body lay
so that a mind at rest can have a say
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