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Did Buddha get it right Are there lives past and unkempt Is Karma directing our actions To what do we owe these painful, painful sanctions Follow me through the journey Of a time gone by The child, born in rye Dazzling his divinity, Unsung his rhyme Tis a time t’will change the world Sin his undoing Burdensome his load The constantly burning sting Of humanity And its struggle towards redemption Is it because You gave up That we no longer see You Is it because we cannot be saved It burns. It has burnt all my life Has consequence not extracted its toll Pound for pound Extracted its toll I shall see the light I shall push forward I’m no coward The road to heaven is paved in thorns But oh Fate Behold my rebellion As I hurtle to salvation - Jocelyn Kay
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
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Did Buddha get it right Are there lives past and unkempt Is Karma directing our actions To what do we owe these painful, painful sanctions Follow me through the journey Of a time gone by The child, born in rye Dazzling his divinity, Unsung his rhyme Tis a time t’will change the world Sin his undoing Burdensome his load The constantly burning sting Of humanity And its struggle towards redemption Is it because You gave up That we no longer see You Is it because we cannot be saved It burns. It has burnt all my life Has consequence not extracted its toll Pound for pound Extracted its toll I shall see the light I shall push forward I’m no coward The road to heaven is paved in thorns But oh Fate Behold my rebellion As I hurtle to salvation - Jocelyn Kay
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Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
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