Boredom will lead you to whoredom,
Whoredom will kill you, my friend!
The path of exhaustion you follow
Brings you straight to an end...
The threads of guilt they weave,
The spider demons are behind the scene.
They make you cry, they make you grieve,
But always stay unseen.
What in the hell awaits you there –
Is mystery beyond your life.
Don't lose your hope and reason fair
Don't be afraid to fight and thrive!
You know examples of divine,
Behold them, ask them, don't get lost
In these seducing nets of wine,
Wines of the world that dearly cost...
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Author:
Öjvind Lindén (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 15th, 2026 08:41
- Category: Religion
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Comments2
nicely done
Here the passing of too much time can lead to problems. Idle hands are the devil's workshop they say
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