Sunday, June 19, 2011
Souls Of Rest
To find the greatest pleasure is better
Than gold and silver, forwards they do run;
Discover us in madness, in action,
As we have gold, the sole abandoner
Of souls and rest, the rich are addresser
And these rich men seek one who abandon
The money of this world, great abduction,
This world is great at the examiner.
My life feels pleased, my life is all blessed,
To have emotions sings, pleases,
On these nests above that reside.
In these polite distinct holes we waded,
To waste an insult that also ages,
The bride of health will then collide.