We Have A Soul At Times

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We have a soul at times
Filled with sorrow and despair
Stabbed by a dagger bringing pain
To all who need repair

We are all destroyed by the parasites
of this earthly life we live
Being eaten alive by hypocrisy
To all we love, we give

We humans diseased with pretention and deception
A cancerous mind that is fatal
No cure is in existence for such an affliction
To all it began in a cradle

We have a heart predistined from One great
To love without selfish motive
But when nothing exists in one's heart alone
To all what is left to give.





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