The Garden of Nature
Those, whose views are confined to the present moment, to enjoy the comforts and pleasures of life and try
Amidst the distraction of addiction or debauchery, to forget their situation
Dream of a special life
An escape out of the real world
Or soon fall into a blind pit
A day of repentance may come
Pursue sensual indulgences to the injury of health
Though perfectly aware that health is the greater good
Those whose mind is a moral blank, pretend not to expect more from life than to fight rivals
But in the garden of nature, the rest of the rest of creatures are all struggling rivals
Pursue sensual indulgences to the injury of health
Though perfectly aware that health is the greater good
A day of repentance may come
Hope of an other way
Illusions drive from tramp tramp to bumpbum
And in the wild lead you to death soon you die, into the wild
Loosing an the equivalent for of everything he gains and an increase of an increase of force
For the preservation of what he has
But, but, do you believe that pleasure and freedom from pain are the only things to wish for as ends
Some men are made to be slaves, because this short life on earth counts for too little in their blinded eyes
Amidst the distraction of addiction or debauchery, to forget their situation
Dream of a special life
An escape out of the real world
Or soon fall into a blind pit
A day of repentance may come
Pursue sensual indulgences to the injury of health
Though perfectly aware that health is the greater good
Those whose mind is a moral blank, pretend not to expect more from life than to fight rivals
But in the garden of nature, the rest of the rest of creatures are all struggling rivals
Pursue sensual indulgences to the injury of health
Though perfectly aware that health is the greater good
A day of repentance may come
Hope of an other way
Illusions drive from tramp tramp to bumpbum
And in the wild lead you to death soon you die, into the wild
Loosing an the equivalent for of everything he gains and an increase of an increase of force
For the preservation of what he has
But, but, do you believe that pleasure and freedom from pain are the only things to wish for as ends
Some men are made to be slaves, because this short life on earth counts for too little in their blinded eyes
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