The unbelievers seem to have it good
And I envied arrogance when I saw their prosperity
They've no stuggles
Free from burdens
Common to mankind with lives that shine resplendently
Pride is their necklace
They deck themselves out in violence
The conceits of their minds know no limits
Mouths lay claim to heaven
But tongues possess the earth
They seem like they're doing fine
And I've worshiped all this time
Have I followed you for nothing, Lord?
Then you show me they walk on a ground that is slippery
In your mind they're a dream
When you wake
Their life's theme will be only a fantasy

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