Toughs of Life
Truth shall hold, and set one free
Righteousness shall reign, and let one be
Ornaments that fold, unfold at three
Under father of rain, Son Spirit be
Brighter rising against cold, sun must set free
Little to pay for pain, pans heat no fee
Else to run but feign, turns just as bee
Satan to gain is held, guns must turn thee
Nearness to profuse bled, fate to be battling
Every soldier who led, every battle heartbreaking
Very valiant Hopes' bed, every turn traits nothing
Ever ever be fed, with troublesome king
Really feeling in head, to know not a thing
Children to eat what? Much toil less pay
Every sun day fat, all man day's week
Away son may in, fall but none say
Cool amen but chat, tall but so mick
Earlier as if was in, call on phone made nay
To want want humble, to get all gamble
Over and over a life, luck never stumble
Bet wat never fumble, work work never humble
Every God wish wife, never ever but tickle
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