A sign from the heavens is what i long
Yes a sound sleeping to a gentle hymn
A glory to my senses is a song
Yet the becoming of my dreams are grim
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The Rich Man
A sign from the heavens is what i long
Yes a sound sleeping to a gentle hymn
A glory to my senses is a song
Yet the becoming of my dreams are grim
How heart can change in the blink of an eye
It brings sadness and despair to his kin
When they see the womans gentle cries
This rich man is now drenched in sin
Pride, wraith, lust, greed is what lies within him
Upon a horrid cloud named jealousy
He sloths because his life has grown dim
and dies for his sour taste of gluttony
There is no room for him to rest above
so the devil takes him for what he's done