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F.A.M.E
The game
of fame will put your name to shame.
Taking
that way will leave yourself to blame.
Running
for fame will distort your belief,
No one
else will want to share your grief.
With fame
comes an arrogant and big head,
All the
praises will become your daily bread.
But if
you eat too much you will fall sick,
It’s the
same with fame; but even more quick.
And when
the disease spreads into your soul,
That’s
when you know the devil has reached his goal.
You lose
control and are then led by greed.
In front
of your eyes, you’ll see your faith bleed.
The
bleeding won’t stop and your faith will die.
It won’t
come back, no matter how much you cry.
But you
won’t care; it will be of your past,
Cuz now
your famous and the game is fast.
And when
the time comes for you to face death,
You’ll be
breathing your own name till your last breath.
You’ll
forget that you were also made from clay
And the
horror will be yours on judgment day.
2nd February 2004
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