The
hanging rope in the air
The
long cool rope floating steady
By
the wind it takes all
It
doesn't change its colour or way
The
day and night
It
stays bright with a dull face
Swaying
along if it likes its life
Capturing
the cheating souls
Karma
is whispering her words
The
hanging rope grows hard and strong
Looking
for the bad in its eyes
Capturing
the bad souls
Nothing
will change
As
long as the bad still stays in place
The
hanging rope will race
Finding
its way to string the bad face
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