Quest for Truth
Weary I am, but will fight,
No matter its day or night;
Youth of no use, all we spend,
To others, with tricks, we offend;
We fear God nor Damnation,
But still expect of Salvation;
Life is, but a glimpse of Hereafter,
Waste not, your time, in laughter;
I, with many oaths, to you assure,
God, for you, is the only cure;
Many a silly people claim so nastily,
Tempt others, innocent act hastily;
To head, bow, but for God only,
You, will not be then, lonely;
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