the proud hold their heads high one day to mix in the dust below
those who instruct others to the path of purity why not follow their own path
perhaps because they do not believe in the judgement day thus interfere in the creator's way
the new rich pride in their wealth and slaves what holds in their past is travelling on donkeys they could barely afford
oh, My soul, keep my heart vacant of the wicked men's love for once the heart is involved it forgets the purity of innocence
come angels to tell the prayer beads at the stone where the final resting place is for all
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