These impatient creatures do not absorb the Light.
They spend their time chasing the sordid ways of night.
They never stop to appreciate Beauty's flowers.
They're concerned with monetary gain and power.
One day, there'll surely be a reckoning for them.
They won't be able to talk their way out of that.
These cold-blooded creatures are quick to condemn
Those who disagree with them. They know where it's at!
They may know the price, yet they don't know, the value
Of life. Nevertheless, they believe that they do
And therein lies the problem: that might is not right!
These impatient creatures do not contain the Light.
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