COURAGE
In due course the obscene
The heart cold mean
An Illusion of the omen
Pity for those in pain
For the worldly gain
All in vain
The fool dies of thirst
while the well runs dry
The angry cry
Why deny me of my well being
the goodly living
A life everyday believing
My net is bound
Fishers of men Shell integrity
And spread iniquity
Hands dirty works slutty
Some dwell in promiscuity
And the sin city
Call me witty bids pretty
Walks neaty
Hell away pity
Can't denounce the ordain
The world living
Courage Mr. Courage
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