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All of you are priceless gems
aboard a rotting ship at sea
in front the mast is gone
in back there is no rudder
heading wherever the wind may blow
moving with the waves
how will you reach shore
don't just sit there stiff
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All I see are fools
piling higher gold and grain
getting drunk and eating creatures
imagining they're well-to-do
unaware of Hell's abyss
seeking only Heaven's bliss
but with karma like Vipula
how can they escape disaster
suddenly the rich man dies
people crowd around in tears
then they hire some monks to chant
though such ghostly pay is void
and provides no future blessings
why support the hairless bunch
better to wake up in time
don't create a hell of darkness
be a tree that fears no wind
steadfast and unmoved by fate
tell the blockheads you might meet
read this over once or twice
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