Suppose to be something wrong,
when you've been here long.
Even the young,
can end up on a rope strung.
We're lucky if we make it whole,
only to be buried later in a hole.

Look at some of the priest,
holy ones you think of least.
Even this world is messed up,
quite a lot of it is corrupt.
Nothing is perfect abound,
sooner or later everthing
ends up ground.

Those who feel superior,
feel like nothing about
them is inferior,
got my vote,
hope they can continue to float.
I admit something
is wrong with me,
it's my way of setting my soul free.
My strong side can better protect,
my weakside needing correct.
Don't too much surprise my eyes,
nor can it slip up to surprise.
Strong side on guard,
like big dog in a yard.

Balance

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