If the wise men said proverbs,
today; only priest calls them wise
For now we enter a world,
where the people are demised
Charity is now only a myth,
for the wealth is to scarce
Even the tinniest grain of wheat,
will be gone if the moment's harsh
In times you seek comfort,
some people calls you forgotten
But when that time came to them,
they couldn't carry the burden
If this is will go on in the future,
there will be no chance for them,
For the plant that we planted,
is bearing a rotten fruit to lend
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