Life can be funny.
Men can be cunning.
Roads may be thorny.
Ladies may be horny.
But a man who is wise,
Will, in all these, rise.
Am a living proof, otherwise,
Don't blame those who despise.
Am no ordinary being,
For am a dead man living.
Day and night, I'll sing,
Cause am in alliance with the Supreme King.
Thy works are my light
Through the dreary night.
All of my fears take flight,
For they know of thy might.
The author and finisher of faith,
He designed destiny's own fate,
And so it stands even till date.
Come to Him, my dear, do now wait.
He who, in life, asks for wisdom,
To escape life deafening boredom,
Should first of all Seek His Kingdom,
Then shall he witness Divine Freedom.
The Most High is, for thee, waiting.
The bell of thy heart, He is ringing.
Open up and experience the Best Thing;
An Alliance With The Supreme King.
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