Call now
Is there anyone who will answer you?
And to which of the Holy Ones will you turn?
For anger slays the foolish man
And jealousy k**s the simple
I have seen the foolish taking root
And I cursed his bode immediately
His sons are far from safety
They are even oppressed in the gate
And there is no deliverer
His harvest the hungry devourer
And take it to a place of thorns
And the schemer is eager for their wealth
For affliction does not come from the dust
Nor does trouble sprout from the ground
For man is born for trouble as the
Sparks
Fly
Upward