Mist – A blanket for the soul

A blanket for the soul
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The earth has a soul,

Some mornings it decides to sleep late.

Fear not early worm,

All is well in the land of haste,

Even God need rest now and again.

Fear not for the morrow will return with vengeance,

The day will break with haste, waste and madness,

The poor will starve again and the rich will be blessed,

Murder, mayhem, pain and suffering will be anointed with a show of sunrise.

Rise at the crack of dawn,

Do not be late lest you miss the games,

All a man needs is water, bread and games in the morning.

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