In the villa of sin two puppets lecture of one terribly demeaning wretched conjecture Why does he so lavishly, laugh in the toiling face of adversity Why does he steal from the poor when he owns shelter The grim poor that has no shelter; and are left helplessly lying under the burning sun to melt and swelter Why does he not ponder of saving the last sip of precious water And joyously lie about the gift he bought her The gift he stole for her because of greed While selfishly fulfilling his every need And thereby finding himself remote, failing to be freed Inevitably caused by these ever so tragic sinful deedsBirth sign: Capricorn
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