The weak farmer
He can't attend to his farming
He will not toil the soil
He will do when he is called
In this way he allows
The scorpions and centipedes to crawl
Running wild in his farm land
Stinging with the poisonous arrows
The whoring wind will blow
Hitting hard on the window panes
Rattling it to wake up him to see
The farming needs to toil
But he is a weak farmer
He can't decide what he wants to do
He is quite content staying in his home
Forgetting his land needs to be cultivated
The scorpions and centipedes scoring points
Shooting arrows every where without a care
The weak farmer only watch his movies
Of a time when he was trustworthy
What had happened to him?
It is said he fell for the greed of power
Lured by the demons
He is hooked and he is falling
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