Sad is the man with only hatred in his heart,
Sad is the man who craves simply money, sex and power,
Sad is the man knowing that is all he has,
When we have love, light and peace
To keep us warm at night
And he is cold,
Due to a closed heart,
And being depraved
And of all the things he cherishes
He can’t take,
To his grave his final resting place,
While we will transcend
To an enlightened state of grace,
That is where we’ll end
In our final resting place.
Amen.
fauxcroft 
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