In d future, my past will matter
As much as I pay later
For what time I borrow now
As for broken word
I pledge a new vow
For lost hopes dashed
A new faith I birth
As brides conjure laughter
And widows nurse their pains
So will emotions fail
Where logic make gain
In path were mortals rise
The gods only plight
Will be seeing youths create
What the aged abhors
Yet as victors celebrates
Were victims sorrows
The proud will toil for pot of gold
In wasteland of penury
Where character is costly
And vileness made golden
As long as I pursue my goal
This too shall count for glory
The future is bright for all who believe in hard work and divine favour
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