Time a Windin Down
So sad to see and end to humanity
I cry at the things we forget
Like manners to the old and wise
The teaching of respect to the young
Now I'm bitter cause I know how it will end
All begging for the Creator to be lenient
While at the pew pit money given earns blessings
Poor and hungry will never see it cease
For they have none to give
The time is limited but so is the battle
A war on the psyche of man woman and child
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