JUDGING THE QUICK…
Men sit in judgment
Judging the quick and the dead
Truth stands on the dock
Mortal men throw stones
At him whom is judged as sinned
They have cast their lot
They chastise a man
Who claims to be one with God
Oh! The blasphemy
I’ve drunken the grail
From off a golden chalice
Judge me if I’ve sinned
BORN TO BE FREE
i have quit the die-hard habit
I have since quit
Spitting at heaven’s face
For all my spit
Kept spattering on my face
It didn’t help one bit
The odious ego just didn’t suffice
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I have since quit
Hiding my head in the sand
The die-hard habit
Of casting my eyes to the ground
It didn’t help one bit
Skulking around heaven’s ground
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I have since learnt
To live the essence of life
To value such gifts as life’s breathe
To no expend my might on strife
This have helped a lot
Bringing me back from the edge of life
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