A hollow log
Is the home of termite
And a hollow heart
Is the breeding ground
Of the severe fight
The fight between good and bad
The fight between virtue and vice
The sound of bad
Echoes too much
And often win over the good
This is why
It is well said
The idle mind
Is the evil’s workshop
Shattering all good hope
But too much up and doing
Also gives wings
To fly over the clouds
Of arrogance
So be of reasonable action
And think over
Before any interaction
Discriminate between
Right and wrong
To make your life
A joyful song
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