The Line
Unsettled, restlessness smack complacency
What can a, a man do?
Can a bolt fight the machine?
What action shall be taken?
The soul is of supremacy
Yet the soul must have room to breath
But what comfort was there in Rome?
Little room for a fresh breathe there
And yet truth found souls
To turn the cheek with no sin
To stand strong without a rebellious heart
Teach this line each moment Lord.
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