They've got the grit, the strength,
They've got the stamina, the veins,
But these show not in their endeavours,
I know not why but maybe I know a little.
Their outward appearances,
Like a man who has it all,
But inwardly, they know,
They know they lack all things.
Of what gain is looking like
What you are not?
Of what profit is looking like
You are at the peak of your lives?
When you look like what you are not,
When you are addressed like who you are not,
They are at work again,
I mean those forces are at work again.
The forces against your life,
That wants you to ruin to your veins,
They want to see all you do waste in vanity,
They want to see you lose all you've got.
Vain men, try not to have the veins alone
Please ensure you're connected to
The one who gives bread to the eater
And seeds to the sower.
That your works may no longer be in vain,
That your veins may no longer be stressed into vanity
That you may see the fruits of every of your good works
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today; doctor's order.