So wrong a life full of lies
Where thy soul end not in good abord
Saying farewell to the sun
Letting the moon shine in the day
Borrowed life is what I'd call
Pleasing the world but noting for thy soul
Time tells where you belong
Cos the world you'd never stay beyond
When thy soul is call to account
What thy flesh accomplish on earth
Thirty pieces of silver, shattered
Cos is not enough to buy the court
Not even to appease the gods
Then shall thy soul regrets
And no chance is there to accord
So wrong a life full of life!
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