The game of life we play to gain
Its twists and turns are full of pain
The shrills and thrills are secrets ordained
To self-resign, are oracles profaned
As you brace each stage you'll meet the Cain's
Who'll smash your sacrifice on you altar of pain
The drought will come: there'll be no rain
Nurse a determined spirit as you ply these plains
Trudge, step by step but don't complain
Overlook the naysayers and grab the endurance chain
Turn not, but for your course, maintain!
Learn from the past as the Jews says! Never again!
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