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A noble pursuit is the search for truth, |
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But it brings little earthly gain |
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And the hatred of those who don't dare to be different, |
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Can freeze the heart with bitter pain |
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A vile pursuit is the search for wealth, |
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A status to debase your peers |
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Green flames burn hot to warm egos, |
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A rot that grows with the years |
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A lonely pursuit is the search for love, |
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Sincerity now so hard to find |
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But to reap this reward should be our goal, |
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Forever 'till the ends of time |
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Some do believe greater wealth is in deeds, |
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That further the mind, heart, and soul |
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Yet most can't conceive the true value of self, |
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Just a minuscule part of the whole |
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To not blend in with the backdrop of sin, |
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Brings on the hate of the masses so cruel |
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Their mediocrity serves to forge the chains, |
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That bind us drowning in this stagnant pool |
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Though all of perdition hate the poet, |
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And the majority omits the poor |
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Neither can deny our salvation, |
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Nor close the perennial door |
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Society's outcasts are those with the truth |
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Individuals in a world of 'the norm' |
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Shamed into thinking we have no worth |
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And useless since the day we were born |
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They tell me |
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I've accomplished naught |
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And sometimes |
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I believe it's true |
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Yet all of my endeavors are justly spent, |
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If with these words |
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I reach you |
