Fall, befall!
Under The Feet;
With the muse of your troubles in this land,
But, there is time for everyrthing in this life.
Life,
To live with the reality of the laws;
With the truth,
And, with righteousness.
Life, wife, knife, rife!
To the vineyard of your muse;
With a zealous judgement,
And, being zealous with the truth.
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