Matt Ancient - Divine

yours is fortune
mine is divine
monkeys play on trees
and in the dirt
plays the swine
the cat is a master
to the mouse
but a pet in the house
for some are born to see
and others are born to be
i am not made of gold
but that which is forever
is what i behold
for the story
will forever be told
you are made of flesh
i am made of the spirit
for the throne of god
will i inherit
for the world belongs to
those who has the desire
to make it successful
for by them mankind
is always hopeful

Matt Ancient

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