The Worlds Crying Lead
The worlds crying lead.
The way of want, is nothing to the being of having. The scraping of the earth, wisdom ignored, suicidal wanting that I deplore. Ignorance overwhelming. Show for the feud. Will bring about nothing. The tact of greed’s frothing. Creed of the few.
Wake you, sudden. Take command, save what is given, before death takes total command. Greatness and change seems cunning. Offered by that of never done. Survivals need knows no borders, The world's crying lead.
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