Though rhymers they never do run out of rhyme
Eventually we all become victims of time
And though equality for human beings is based on a lie
The wealthy and poor become equal on the day they do die
That in life we receive what is only our due
In some cases only happens to be true
And on what goes around comes around one can only believe
For our every good deed good Karma we receive
And though winning is something everybody does choose
For one to win big many do have to lose
Far more losers that winners in the Human World of today
Suppose humanity is designed for to work on this way
We all look at life in our ways differently
This is how it is and how it always will be.
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