The river of debris
Floating down the stream
Some hold on to roots
Others scream along the way
Some find their way
Gaining to access the climb
Learning lessons of right and wrong
Finding ways to get back in form
Those on the floating water
They know they can't beat the gravity
They have to become pile of floating logs
Rushing out to the fall
Fall into the river cauldron
They will find no joy or escape
Forever they will get hooked
With their own sins
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