Don't Stop

The ill can ne'r beat the good Yet it shall forever torture and frustrate its effort They shall join with their heart, crying for help Yet shall live thou in blood and tears They join with the respect of life and still cause thy disgrace They rise and join as sheep yet shred the shepherd as wolfs The one that loves and guide the dark shall only be the one behind Thy torture shall only cause the zeal and shall to be the meetest there is For those who spill the word of truth be not the fool that falls to 'em They be the witch that troubles infants that thrives to win The word they spill is what it is Don’t let those lies poison thy soul The one that grant hath much to win while those that penny-pinch shall harmonize with penury Be fortunate and smile they doth thou good, for moe and moe, they cause thy wins. And much they say that hurt thy mind shall only pass aroint with time. For as long as earth keeps spinning Lies hath no place left to hid walk with all might and wit don’t be the one they beat