Crafty goodies



My mom used to say       When good people leave their places because of the fear of evil      It leads societies to armageddon      It's the fault of good people for being coward       Why they don't fight their way       Why they don't use the crafty ways to spread good deeds      Instead, they live in solitude       Blaming others      The world has become such a hell      Not because of the devils      But because of those who do nothing       Stop thinking that you are good      If you can't do anything       Stop being coward       Because this world is for crafty goodies      Who beats the evil in their crafty games?       In the same crafty ways      Even if you take a small step      Or you die on the way       I think that your puny step        Is being worthier than being a funk

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