What's Your Fate,Ingrate
Work from home, for all I care
May I do the same, if that's fair?
The new order demands connectivity
The old required face to face objectivity
Efficiency, I seek to communicate
Don't ever pontificate
I am in a deep state
A state of knowing your unbelieving fate
I am at risk of losing faith in Him alone
Becoming of the ingrates, a clone
This is a time to grow some more
Allowing the word to come to the fore
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