A step over pebbles
On a bridge made of sand
Makes basses and trebles
Avoid nearby land
For singing too loudly
Of truth and of love
Might bring fall to those proudly
Standing above
Many can ramble
About building on stone
But a true fool will gamble
In a sandy off-tone
Sing bravely my brothers
Whether noble or not
Virtue will slumber
If we leave it to rot
And to those worms that whine
Your death will come slowly
By the divine
Amongst the lowly
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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