When this engine stopped
Hourly looking up to Him
Whoo has life in abundance
And keeping hope alive
Praying and shedding evil
Only to take all the blessings.
That season is gone,
The season that be with mixed feelings
Some welcomed it
Others didn't want it
They want to remain gluttonous
While being named among the saints.
Choose your path this day
Whom you would stay with
The younger weaklings
Who will munch all day
Drink all sort of liquids
Now growing protrude bellies.
This season has come
It will always do
Choose your path with a simple
Yet obedient servants
Who can look up and see
The rewards that comes with honesty.
For all faithful,
My wish for you now and always
Is that you glow and grow
Become the epitome of humanity
Reaching for the stars
And finding lasting joy with Him.
Happy celebration, folks.
194.094 SRY