The struggle continues
As I realize the extent of
How I lost my soul
I haven't really lived,
The Great One said,
And life is so alien that
I don't know when to begin
To know how to live again.

Confidence is irrelavent.
The hope of high grade all for naught
As the dark possibility of wasted money
Weighs heavily on the soul
Of the Great One.
Taxpayer mooney is taxpayer money
But it becomes His money by right and birth and legality.
Time is also fossil fuel used aned never recycled.
There is hope but very slim
Two nineties but yet again
The odds are against as much as the lines.
Study with friends the best...but how?

Passage 29, Stanza 12, Verse 2