Tough times often are born
Before life spreading thorn
There will be none to warn
By them heart will be torn
Every step will bring a loss
Always we will lose the toss
Surely will be cruel our boss
Acute agony this will cause
All our attempts will at last fail
God will not care our prayer-mail
We will have none to with love bail
Fate will not allow us to smooth-sail
Success will never choose us
God will also refuse to bless
We will often miss the last bus
Our marks will be only in minus
God would have lost our address
Our efforts, fate will cruelly suppress
Doom will occur to severely depress
The entire World, we cannot impress
Devils will ever give a deadly blow
In failure there will be a constant flow
Every one will view us as his foe
His love, God will refuse to show
We may not be everywhere welcome
Very strong our enemies will become
If we call, God will not at all come
Real torture will be the final outcome
If we love, World will only hate
Time will continue the sad state
All our hopes will totally dissipate
To destroy us, fate will dedicate
To hell, we will be pushed
By sadness, we will be flushed
By agonies, we will be crushed
In a gist, we will be smashed
Death will at last cancel,
To God, time will sell
Our soul in body-parcel,
Hard-times are Universal.
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