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| Life after Life! |
embittering even the purest souls--
stripping them of their remaining tattered pride,
causing some to backslide
from their quest to live better
above a million foul
yet that is no excuse
Tick tock, tick tock, times' riding a chariot
unamused
while some fatten themselves for worms
somehow life would come to an end--on the other side
many sons
of men are crying a river,
they would not be comforted
by thousand words sugared
to make what is sour sweet:
not when they're pain is beyond
the rich man who's fate was hell--
not a drop of water from Lazarus' side:
their supplications are made void
Perhaps your fate would be in glory
either ways it would be after this life
else why would a man toil in this life
and later rob himself of eternity
with the Maker: that would be a pity
at the least worse above folly
Poet: Crabbe Nathaniel.
