So much Trouble in the World,
So much Trouble in the World,
I must come to Believe,
Everyday you give more,
Receive your Less,
Where is the Comfort when I work so hard with my Brains,
I hope and wander to see where man dwell's,
It is the Composure of all the Hard Work,
Most of Mankind cannot believe that we made it with Lord's Understanding,
Whilst my Composure gave me a Clearance to see Beauty than Worst,
All Over Creation's my Understanding was Never Failing Anymore,
Since anything agains't Felonies is all Called Blessed.
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