To live my life for me, and no one else,
To put me first in all my affairs;
In a sense is to make myself a God,
and that I would'nt care;
About the future that lies ahead,
or what tomorrow may bring;
I only live to serve myself,
after all I am a supreme being.
How absurd this all truely sounds,
yet this is how many people live;
bouncing from pleasure to pleasure,
no thought for tomorrow they give.
One day though their knees will bow,
before Gods mighty throne;
Then they will see that the lie they lived,
is what cost them heaven their home.
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