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An old saying said in a new way
Devil's work
Constant quirk
Slipping though is timely sands
Ancient are the idle hands
A thought that's been since time
Restlessness and anxiety goes through mine
Realizing seeds have to be sown
Cultivatd by our very own
Only to reap the suffering of past consequences
Knowing eternal sentences
Scars rise to the surface
Reminisces from abuses of earthly sustenances
Desiring of scratching at the fresh scabs
Thinking it can be controlled with only earthly rehabs
Key ingredient cannot be found here
It can be found in a tear
Shedding from long ago
A sacrifice no one has topped....
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