| A noble pursuit is the search for truth
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| But it brings little earthly gain
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| And the hatred of those who don’t dare to be different
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| Can freeze the heart with bitter pain
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| A vile pursuit is the search for wealth
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| A status to debase your peers
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| Green flames burn hot to warm egos
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| A rot that grows with the years
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| A lonely pursuit is the search for love
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| Sincerity now so hard to find
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| But to reap this reward should be our goal
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| Forever 'till the ends of time
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| Some do believe greater wealth is in deeds
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| That further the mind, heart, and soul
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| Yet most can’t conceive the true value of self
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| Just a minuscule part of the whole
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| To not blend in with the backdrop of sin
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| Brings on the hate of the masses so cruel
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| Their mediocrity serves to forge the chains
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| That bind us drowning in this stagnant pool
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| Though all of perdition hate the poet
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| And the majority omits the poor
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| Neither can deny our salvation
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| Nor close the perennial door
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| Society’s outcasts are those with the truth
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| Individuals in a world of 'the norm'
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| Shamed into thinking we have no worth
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| And useless since the day we were born
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| They tell me I’ve accomplished naught
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| And sometimes I believe it’s true
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| Yet all of my endeavors are justly spent
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| If with these words I reach you |