The rich; the poor
It is abundantly clear
God wants His people to know
Love thy neighbors
To unburden the sins
He doesn't ask much
Do what one can to help
A little help carrying a salvation
Yet we are so burdensome ourselves
Dividing line of beauty and sorrow
You can read many professional books
Telling you many technical words fooling ourselves
By right the book of religions the answer can be found
If only we open our eyes recognize the symptoms
We are home free
Nay...we are infested with wealth and glory
We have forgotten our mission in life
Get many credits to offset our sins
When we finally reached our journey
So we will read
We see the disparity of incomes
Blaming every thing but ourselves
For it is this
We must earn our credits
For the day we were born
We are stamped with SIN
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