Is life just rife with strife and knife,
Paying the price, twice, thrice, roll the dice,
Or is more under the floor, though the door, in the core,
Or is our moment in time a crime of worthless dimes and empty chimes,
No this I know that days go with this flow, and time will only show,
The high One and His Son are love when all is done.
But would we do what should be, if we could. Are we in anyway good?
*Edit 2nd of 5.2010*
Its a shame I uploaded this one it is quite paltry, however I will leave it.
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