A BOASTFUL MIND IS BUT A FOOL


No man can have a seed
Why?because its God that gives
And nothing hidden from sky
His like to rage and die
Another mole man is here
They're the better failures
Growing the tonnes of dust
Going he thinks but rust
Trying he thinks but weeds
Crying he thinks but reeds
And nothing hidden from sky
And his like to rage and die
No one can change a seed
And he's like growing weeds
Your wisdoms never here
Its with God in the air
No one dictates to God
Its like to rage and die
Still your thoughts are not the sky
And I'm tired with you
Because you're death too
You'll will be tired with the moon
And eventual retirement from school
So nothing hidden from sky
And its like to rage and die
Will you listen for once.

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A selfish proud heart can never see far.He cannot know God.