THE PREAMBLE
Nothing to gain while living for lost!.
If the riches be stored long, it melted and rusted off.
Money in the bank for net worth, not a soul to help with a penny.
Quietus calling and you answer,
How many a truck of money to grave with your monster?.
Anchorage in the abyss if service never rendered.
Tell it to your lineage, tightfisted not befitting.
Be a donor while living,
Eternity tolerate no nonsense-boshes-malarky.
Sturm-und-drang with your cadarva here,in the grave, termites. With the Lord, everlasting gehenna.
A caution to life.
Consider!.
If the riches be stored long, it melted and rusted off.
Money in the bank for net worth, not a soul to help with a penny.
Quietus calling and you answer,
How many a truck of money to grave with your monster?.
Anchorage in the abyss if service never rendered.
Tell it to your lineage, tightfisted not befitting.
Be a donor while living,
Eternity tolerate no nonsense-boshes-malarky.
Sturm-und-drang with your cadarva here,in the grave, termites. With the Lord, everlasting gehenna.
A caution to life.
Consider!.
This Poems Story
Life after death. It\'s what we\'re doing while alive that will determine our relationship with the God of nature. Man is best advise to use his money and resources to help people in want than saving them and losing all when he dies.
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