Life is but a wasp that flies on a wall
So easily snuffed, so simple and small
The heavens so great that the wasp can but cower
For fear of it's end under heavens great power
So it scatters and wanders far from it's birthplace
And loses itself in the meadow with no face
Everything meanders, lifes course veers away
From the heavens that guide us 'til this very day
The wasp flies aimless through confusion and wonders
''Why have I now fluttered so far into blunders?''
For the sins of us wasps, our conscious betrayal
Will unknown consequences be ready to unveil?
Easy to say that life is unreliveable
But our treacherous crimes, are they unforgivable?
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