For yonks the move's been on
With wicked and good on same move
To heaven or hell if there is
Destination ploughed for harvest, once,
we reside on earth.
Here's that move
with no mule for horse and donkey
for farmer reapeth cone he soweth.
Planteth heart purity and see God of heaven
or plant iniquity and reap hell.
We temporalily reside on earth
for we neither Alpha nor Omega.
Tis life just as breath of mist
Yet mentor of future destiny.
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