Life Is Accounting In The End
Life is already very tiring
What to do if you don't even
Have a spiritual sustenance
To a lover, life is inspirational
To a painter, the world is a canvas
To a farmer, the field is a worlplace
To a businessman, everything is a profit
To a writer, everything comes from an idea
To a poet, everything is delight of beauty
To a sickly, life is too tiring to live
It's God's mercy that one sickly to preserve
How I wish that everything we do has precaution
To lurk a danger is everything stop or slomo
Or send a warning message in the mind instantly
But no wisdom of precaution for a freeman
For a free moral agent is free for all commodities
Free for success and failure, free to do anything
Free for all qualifications in love and life
Everything in life has its ordeal and mantra
Any assurance is only goodness that is valid
To validate life's itenirary and soul's salvation
Life is not really free in accountancy
We expect every action for any accountability
Life is borrowed and expect the Master appear
To take accounting for His business investment.
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