One longs for heaven's nice
But there's the sturdy iron door
That sets the future's price
For the rich man that's really poor.
Then the silence shall sufice
For the poor man to adore
'Til the heavens turn the spice
In a sweet flavor or more.
And one shall never know the price
Of the hurdles one must endure,
Even trying twice or trice...
For in the end there will be a roar
Of the one who'll sacrifice
All the riches in his core.
"Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil..."
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