tomacōck
It won't ever be enough.
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Called it Will
While others drink and puff the smoke,
One's desire just awoke.
Yet the desire's not a miss,
But a wish, eternal bliss.
The will to live and love and strike,
To suprise and truly like.
A poet's trust and poet's friend
Is his mind, and not his end.
Trust the words, since for their sake
Mouths are open, and life's a stake
One who falls is one who fails,
Since what is under is full of nails.
Chase the truth, for it prevails
Hidden in the veils of hundred sails.
One who repents will find salvation
To get away from barren nations
They'll suffer in desperation -
Such is their eternal damnation.
One who reigns above another
Lawless, lifeless, without bother,
One who tortures, kills his brother
Such's not given any fother.
Death be upon those who laze through work!
Death be upon many who raise the fork,
Yet do not savour no hard labour -
No one needs such futile neighbour!
Forsooth, anticipate,
For what prevails is greatly great,
What's not surreal is your reward,
So wait in patience, don't lower guard!
Trust the way, and do not dwell
In what's evil, what's not well,
In what's forbidden, what's forgotten -
For it is bitten, it's downtrodden.
While others drink and puff the smoke,
One's desire just awoke.
Yet the desire's not a miss,
But a wish, eternal bliss.
The will to live and love and strike,
To suprise and truly like.
A poet's trust and poet's friend
Is his mind, and not his end.
Trust the words, since for their sake
Mouths are open, and life's a stake
One who falls is one who fails,
Since what is under is full of nails.
Chase the truth, for it prevails
Hidden in the veils of hundred sails.
One who repents will find salvation
To get away from barren nations
They'll suffer in desperation -
Such is their eternal damnation.
One who reigns above another
Lawless, lifeless, without bother,
One who tortures, kills his brother
Such's not given any fother.
Death be upon those who laze through work!
Death be upon many who raise the fork,
Yet do not savour no hard labour -
No one needs such futile neighbour!
Forsooth, anticipate,
For what prevails is greatly great,
What's not surreal is your reward,
So wait in patience, don't lower guard!
Trust the way, and do not dwell
In what's evil, what's not well,
In what's forbidden, what's forgotten -
For it is bitten, it's downtrodden.
