A resilient revolution,
I've come to identify
My life as.
What you receive once, you shall surely receive again.
A cruel mishap in the process of reaping,
I do good things, do great deeds,
However, they are overlooked
And so I've stopped sowing
But, still continue reaping.
No "good things" is as wrong as an act bad,
I do nothing to make some other person glad
And the shit hits the ceiling...
I must make Jesus mad.
A resilient revolution,
Is my adamant resolution...
You sow to reap
And nothing do you keep,
Deeds go on unnoticed,
Perhaps... the Boss is asleep?
Asleep, the All-Knowing...?
Things good wasted
And nothing for the showing.
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