fame
The game of fame will put your name to shame.Taking that way will leave yourself to blame.
Running for fame will distort your belief,
No one else will want to share your grief.
With fame comes an arrogant and big head,
All the praises will become your daily bread.
But if you eat too much you will fall sick,
It’s the same with fame; but even more quick.
And when the disease spreads into your soul,
That’s when you know the devil has reached his goal.
You lose control and are then led by greed.
In front of your eyes, you’ll see your faith bleed.
The bleeding won’t stop and your faith will die.
It won’t come back, no matter how much you cry.
But you won’t care; it will be of your past,
Cuz now your famous and the game is fast.
And when the time comes for you to face death,
You’ll be breathing your own name till your last breath.
You’ll forget that you were also made from clay
And the horror will be yours on judgment day.
posted by Monica @ 6:28 PM
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