|Dust, dust, dust is must
My whole life, as I recall, I was simple and small
A worthless particle from birth to death
Not worth the article, just hard work, dirt and sweat
"Who cares?" Need you ask!
Well, I have a history to share,
About a Sisyphean task,
An endless chase with two-faced shits in the rat race
That's it! In my case
Enough of those hypocritical stuffs,
Found phrases of beliefs
"... You'll be saved from beasts and duties...
Into heavenly feasts with beauties...
Honestly? Perhaps, but unclearly
Then again, at the last,
My dear Angel Annette,
Maybe I'm typecast as one of the least in sunsets
So praise The Lord in chords, choir of our church,
Within starlings in the birch!
Because dust is must
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