I witnessed a bunch of asses wash upon the shore
These men were witless and spoiled
Wanting too much but never having enough
They got what they wanted
And begged for what they needed
And they lived in utter excess
This is the world we see through this shattered glass
A place of nastiness
The place to seak out your truth is not with such people
Over on the other side of the wall
There sits the boy who has nothing and only seeks out what he needs
And only a few extras
He wants the moon on his strings
But he won't pull it forth to him less he screw up the tides
Its the world he see's of so many men
Who scrap about for food in the gutter
and he is thankful,
He doesn't need excess
He is happy with what he has
As long as he has life.
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