As humans we are blessed with the need to succeed Guised by efforts to find peace and world-wide content. It's a thought I have spent while to God I repent Knowing full-well it's too much about greed. The best of the best in this world are NOT saints! Who deemed them? Not ME and not YOU! All these thousands of years, histories pain and tears Are proof enough to me that what "we" most want to see Is our name in lights or on golden epitaphs; As even in death, we want the attention Some proverbial mention..."Look at me!" "Look at me!" Our greatness delusions must have some mean Anxiousness, worry that we won't have been seen While in life we do things that don't really mean a thing! Yet EVERYONE wants to be KING! Some attempt to appear like they're awesome "do-gooders" Even from slits and magnificent wooders And even the ones who "seem" saintly at best Keep on counting the money from a poor man's chest Still we "humans" are said to be best of the best! So blessed we are by GOD...so blessed!Birth sign: Pisces
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