Patience, a Way to Triumph

Where should one seek comfort and joy,

When the world is full of deception?

When the life of a person's just a toy,

In the hands of treachery and aggression,

Where should thou seek some peace of mind,

When thou hast no place to run?

When thy destiny to foul thou hast to bind,

And thy fate of suffering thou can not shun

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And thy fate of suffering thou can not shun,

No matter how much effort thou make,

With thy day of birth thy strife's begun,

In this world where everything is fake,

Where the virtuous for their virtue are convicted,

And the vicious ones for their vice rewarded,

And people's gluttony can not be depicted,

And the innocent art not safe nor well guarded.

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And the innocent art not safe nor well guarded,

Because such people in this life have no place,

As these days humans and humanity have parted

But we shall walk with so steady a pace

Patient we are and our patience so great

And our patience is the way to the victory ahead

To us life is mere glory and thus our fate

Is to meet sweet triumph, no matter how long it’s fled.