Maybe the purpose,
Of our existence is,
To make a purpose.
You must dig deeper,
To give yourself access to,
The precious metals.
Bring to completion,
The project you have begun,
You who are leaders.
Breaking a rythymn,
Leaving behind a habit,
Have the same effect.
Is driven by the stomach,
And never the head.
When the angry mob,
Is doing law and order,
Then what is looting?
If only Monday,
Were a bit more like Sunday,
I would not be blue.
Apply to everyone,
Regardless of faith.
Observe. Imagine. Believe. Write.
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