2) From greed and pain
Unshaken by the noise of grief,
Unhinged by the touch of death.
A man who’s heart so intense,
Created thou art with labored hands.
Slaved by its growing thirst,
For a vengeance, greater with every turn.
A man once taunted will believe,
But a man once ridiculed will always learn,
That nothing in this world will ever be pure.
No conscience once lost, can ever be earned.
He looked at the sky and came with a sigh,
“How I wonder if the world was fair, then no one had to die.”
Sadly, even this sinner has to cry
But when he soon smiled,
Even the Gods could tell,
That a liar’s remorse is always a lie.
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