The one who has much but has little
Heart full of soul
Only to be born with a soul that is old
Into a world that is cold
Sold
To the man with less
Then the man that has best
Must take the test
To bet the rest
Fail first, fail twice,
In a world that isn’t nice
Trails, tribulation
Follow by the evil of temptation
To break free from expectation
Different is that mans name
Hold him to his own chains
Used against him in every way imaginable
But not to what he has yet to imagine
The worst has not hit the mind
But through time
This man is tired
And is waiting to be fired
From the works of life
What is the mission?
That this man’s get only commission
Twisted I say
Only to be born in May
With two faces and the future where
Where the parental unit clams to pray
Believe in the world in which isn’t in the view
Of the one looking
For who must I follow?
Now to who must I lead?
The man who has much
But has little is only a title
For ink and blood is forever
Use full to the creation of a story
Until there is no more.
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