Nature is partially partial to the man with a good heart and it dishes pain when it pleases not to the one who erred but to those it hates.
Humanity is plagued with wickedness and the wicked live more years than the deeds.
Whatever happened to no good deeds and whatever is the pint of bing a good man when all you get is reprimand?
Who is the man that is without sin and who is qualified to cast stones?
First, throw and then cast aside.
You are more than fails and hurts but with ideas that seem more in line with the twisted parts of nature.
Oh what a day yet, there is not good seen or received.
Oh what a day and the good still died young while the bad buries the good who died young.
What a fate we are handed and what twisted link are we all twined with?
The is not a chorus neither is it about me or you, this is what no one has time to see or wonder about and I just wasted my time looking through stained glass with hopes of seeing nothing but stains and alas, haaaa, there is no stain in the stained glass.
What a waste if breath over what no one wants yet pay so much for to live through.