Oh mighty God you have allowed us to choose,
And in loose ambition we lose all we have
In making life choices, which meant only to those among us who are brave
Yet the majority of us toil in the maze of world fragile and loose
Rather than guide each soul to its destiny, fate and ball
What kind of creature to be? , what act to perform before the dust fall?
Much I have been raged since my early days as young
For being so oppressed in your world and lacking a shrewd tongue
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