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It’s meaningless

What exactly do you search for,
In an armpit if not for an odor…
Common in both the rich and poor.

We all have at least a single error
We may or may not know it’s a tumor
Hard to be Jesus but easy being pastor.

Judge not, no one is to but the creator
A married man was once a bachelor
Even the Angels pass the back-door.

Life continues because Earth welcomes a visitor
Who cometh to disappear like a rumor
Mortality is ours, even if you are an emperor.

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