No matter what harm you do
to others,
The sky will not come
crashing down
On the failing crown,
Hey, brothers.
Laughable rhymes may
overlook unforgivable crimes,
And death, in time, may
balance inevitable birth.
The circle of life moves on,
indifferent,
While the tolerant earth
silently bears
The good, the wicked,
the just, the cruel—
And leaves the
reckoning to death.
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