The easy path I walk and waltz
And laugh at fools who carry crosses
They speak of lights and carry salts
And in this life have material losses
Yet my wrath flares up again
Every time I see their smiles
Though it is I who burn with pleasure's flame
And dress in all the latest styles
Envy wrath lust and pride
Gluttony sloth and greed
Never let me rest or hide
But His flock He has freed
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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