The sound was heard from afar by all
But many slept it off
The fragrance was smelled in a distance
But it wasn't preferred because of it's hard cologne we say
The food , even before it could be tasted
was predicted to be unhealthy by unprofessional chefs , and
In seasons to prepare the land
We take a nap
And in time to harvest
We live in vain forest
We know not the seasons yet
Claim to know the land.
Being proud yet have no ground
How venerable we've become
In time's to 'Become'
How then do we answer the Call
of the All MIGHTY GOD
when there's no goal.

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