Full Circle
Always call unto the truth,
Or alas ensure something aloof.
Our fates come full circle.
How must we overcome that hurdle?
People want to go to heaven,
But they don’t want to die.
I find it odd how people can lie,
And have nothing to believe in.
Nothing comes from inaction, but rust.
And lacking in words can break trust.
Live and you won’t ever go bust.
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