Liberality
Ecclesiastes 4:5 New King James Version (NKJV)
5 The fool folds his hands
And consumes his own flesh.
Self-made
If time is mine, why shouldn’t others pay for it?
If I’m lost in myself. Why not blame someone else?
If I’m a lonely bird, why do my kind all flock together?
They’re self-made like me, cloned as you can tell
If I am dead on deals, am I searching for a victim?
If I search for equality, is it to step on someone else?
I don’t care much about illusions, I hate the thought of it
I just like to be noticed, I made that one up all by myself
So I “puke” on my fellowman just so I can get even.
I am all wet you know but revenge is boiling near.
Oh yes, I’ll be ruthless and I will show no mercy
for iniquity is my middle name and it’s built on your fears.
Jan Wienen
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