My Name Is Wisdom
A word to the wise is sufficient.
Leave those earthly treasures,
Gone to the dogs, and in the
Pocket of the treacherous.
In a tug-of-war,
In a vault of deception,
Is a cake baked for the simpletons.
Those ones who always makes me laugh.
Two can never play this game.
The wicked merchant, the antagonist has every edge; a noose knot,
Tightened at the gallows
Is where the ultimate price will be.
Does it have any other hope but death?
Come away, fly with me.
My name is wisdom.
I am for the ages.
I have seen such calamity
And have warned the simpletons.
They rejected me
but the wise rejoiced.
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