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Into the thicket of brambles and thorns, Where the weak hearted die, and the stronger mourn. Tread softly my lamb for you know not what it poses, The danger of stopping to breifly smell the roses. The start maybe green and vibrant with life, But the farther you go, so greatens the strife. Tread softly my lamb for these thorns don’t abide, To the laws of our God and great pain they hide. Hold to the trail and center your path, If you stray but one step you’re subject to wrath. Tread softly my lamb for a slow wit entices, The evil surrounding like simmering spices. In the day travel and find shelter at night, For the dark beings fester in the absence of light. Tread softly my lamb and ignore all thier pleading, For the shadow filled brambles can be very misleading. Avoid other faces like the tell tail smoke, None stay friends and hands will constrict as you choke. Tread softly my lamb and be wary of vices, For all will strike back with much higher prices. I have trod on these trails and wisdom I earned, But I’d have none if I hadn’t from misstepping learned. Tread softly my lamb but do take some chances, For with every mistake your knowledge enhances
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Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 10:11 AM UTC
Into the Thicket
Into the thicket of brambles and thorns, Where the weak hearted die, and the stronger mourn. Tread softly my lamb for you know not what it poses, The danger of stopping to breifly smell the roses. The start maybe green and vibrant with life, But the farther you go, so greatens the strife. Tread softly my lamb for these thorns don’t abide, To the laws of our God and great pain they hide. Hold to the trail and center your path, If you stray but one step you’re subject to wrath. Tread softly my lamb for a slow wit entices, The evil surrounding like simmering spices. In the day travel and find shelter at night, For the dark beings fester in the absence of light. Tread softly my lamb and ignore all thier pleading, For the shadow filled brambles can be very misleading. Avoid other faces like the tell tail smoke, None stay friends and hands will constrict as you choke. Tread softly my lamb and be wary of vices, For all will strike back with much higher prices. I have trod on these trails and wisdom I earned, But I’d have none if I hadn’t from misstepping learned. Tread softly my lamb but do take some chances, For with every mistake your knowledge enhances
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Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 10:11 AM UTC
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