Somehow i´ve lost my direction,
somehow i´ve lost my soul,
i was looking for protection,
but i´ve found a hole.
Someone told me: "go to west!
Here you´ll find your past."
but i don´t listen to what they say,
and now i´m walking the bad way.
I´ve met a stranger,
he was dressed in black,
he told: "There´s a danger!"
and gave me nacist flag.
I´ve walked thousend milles,
and met Jesus Christ,
he said: "Live without your lies!"
than your life´ll be priced.
I´ve met homeless guy,
He gave me the best advice,
the best thing you can buy,
has always the cheepest price.
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Comments1
Fascinating, intriguing. Very interesting.....how can his advice be the best? Usually the best things in life are too priceless, which is the opposite of cheap, such as God's salvation....too expensive to ever be bought by anyone, therefore freely bestowed by Him. Interestingly also, there is a way which seems right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death....broad is the way which leads to destruction and many go in thereat, but narrow is the Way leading unto life and few there be which find it...definitely never our way.
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