My tears are dripping like a broken tap,
Pouring down my face like I just got a slap.
Eyes are burning, heart is yearning,
My pain, it deepens as the world is turning.
For how can I watch the unjust live?
So much need and nothing to give?
So much evil, is there any good?
The human race is worshiping wood,
The substance of paper.
Soon it will all consume into vapor.
I cannot wait to see the day
That vanity has passed away.
The blinds are lifted and truth, he reigns.
That alone will heal my pains.
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