Death!
More cruel
And heartless than Cain.
O yes to me it came
And me it flogged
At an age
Old Adam of 930 caps
At this time
E'noch could not be found
Thirty-nine on my top:
Methuselah a boy of my cord
Humbly broke my record
The devil may be wiser
But my seed lived longer
I know my cord.
After Noah died in genesis
Under same chapter
I waited for the next verse
9: 30
But it never came, my son
What's wrong with your generation?
I wish;
The difficult pill to swallow now
Never passed my throat
I would have written
A secret of long life
On Proverb 9: 30.
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secret of long life, good writing, I like it.