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The Eighth Sung Poem

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My God, how often burns your heart

to know that what you want

Belongs to others, and you are

incapable to earn it.

While just imagine that you have

that THING in your possession,

How beautiful your life would be—

more meaningful and passionate!

It’s true in many cases:
No one will give you mercy.

Each call for “fair shares” is
unequal as a die,

When life is not “inclusive”,

Your feelings are intrusive,

And envy pushes souls to steal

before their very eyes!

What’s stopping us from taking, then?

An excuse to moralize?

So, find the right appealing words,

pave roads to Paradise!

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