TALES FROM GENESIS 3
Fade fade; the earthly joy of man_
Corroding is the pleasure thereof.
The joy in the morning
Withers in at noon
And activates the pain of joie de vivre at dusk.
Fade fade, the tide of nature.
Have you not heard?
The trend of fun
Is but a while.
Have you not see?
The banquet of the rich
Retards as the sun close its eyelid to slumber.
Vanity is the child of pregnant hedonism
And its cry is to be heard above its fun.
Nothing is stable, even time and age_
For they are the fulfillment of prophecy.
Give ear to the gentle voice
Whispering peace divine.
The rich in their tone
And the plush in their lyrics_
All are the buzzing sound of gaiety
Which owe time as it flies.
The prize of their pleasure is pain_
They are the true course of vanity.
Money on the throne as lord
Ruling the affairs of the greedy.
All is destined to perish
At the call of nemesis and karma.
Every road leads to vanity
If they are not of good will.
Fade fade is the sweet things of life
And nothing is worthy to pay the prize
If nature hasn’t taken its course.
Be far from blood and its mate_
For nothing is worth dying for_
If not to see the face of creator.
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