Where will their actions fade?
They that tortures life
Where will they nail their work?
They that will see no worth

Their course fly's to high upstream
They have lived their dream
Their lust is at its peak
They have made this thick

Have given none to poor souls
Souls who have met their goals
Have said some flaming bustling words
Words that speak their deeds aloud

Many of them have fallen down
Down to the earth and dust
Many of them are mighty weeds
Weeds that prick's the skin so deep.

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There are those who's bad lifestyle cannot be changed not even the least trying.