BITTERNESS
Bitterness, the old passion
Engulfing the mind, soul and body!
It’s the blight that afflicts
The man that gives it way.
Who has seen the depth of bitterness?
And lived to tell of it?
Its satisfaction has no end.
Its acrid taste seems sweet to the belly
Its mystery yet to be fathomed.
Acts like a sprite in the spirit of man,
Holding on till he destroys himself.
The canker creeps in destroying,
Innumerable lives and destiny
Creating a dirge to be munched
Rather than it being sung.
Keeping mute to the grave
To push up the daisies.
Bitterness, man’s deadly passion.
Engulfing the mind, soul and body!
It’s the blight that afflicts
The man that gives it way.
Who has seen the depth of bitterness?
And lived to tell of it?
Its satisfaction has no end.
Its acrid taste seems sweet to the belly
Its mystery yet to be fathomed.
Acts like a sprite in the spirit of man,
Holding on till he destroys himself.
The canker creeps in destroying,
Innumerable lives and destiny
Creating a dirge to be munched
Rather than it being sung.
Keeping mute to the grave
To push up the daisies.
Bitterness, man’s deadly passion.
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