All That is Vanity
Is the lust of the eyes
That makes man loose his image
And move the direction of his mate
To lead their ways in delayed
That is full of decayed
All that is vanity
Are the vehicle of the lips
That praise & destroyed
And make the soul mobster
By the power of the master
To do the masters will
Full of unwilliness
All that is vanity
Are the days wasted
Moving in enjoyment
That is full of enrollment
In a vessel, that is vanity.
All that is vanity
Are the wishing, likeness, happiness,
Anger, love of the people
That is full of amble
And tall like the apple
To be demonstrated like the angle
And has no place to handle.
All that is vanity
Are the court judgment
That lack jurisdiction
But assume as case,
To be Awaiting among casing
All that is vanity
Are flesh that is dust
Full of blood that is water
Living in the waster
To know that all is vanity.
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