The bag of the time
The darkness rules in the mind
The bag of frogs sitting quiet
Though they pray many times
Will they realize what they did?
The short term power and wealth?
They better don't dream to enter paradise
They will not smell it in their minds
The day will come
They have to pay big time
Slowly the frogs open their eyes
They stare at the bad headline
The duplicitous traitors
They steal the people's right
The bag of frogs struggle to get free
In between the limit space the stampede
They want to get out
They have been fooled
But they knew it now
They can't enter paradise
The bag of frogs croak
They want to get free
They want to go to paradise
But their lives throw out into dice
The bag of frogs
Do the right way
The souls maybe saved
What will it be?
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