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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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