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will, a test of faith...
How have they called this madness' race?
And how did they explained to others
That they must now forget theirs brothers,
That they must be ‘devoted ones’
And thus become the Working Funs?
And thus to spend entire days
In office cells - this slavish place,
With no time to return to home,
With no will not to sign the form?
Slow down, friend, you've done your best
And thus have earned your rightful rest,
It was your last and final test -
To learn to do not always best.
To learn to choose the things, that's right,
To learn to make your person's fight.
And trust me, you will not go down,
If you at once
Will
Just
Slow
Down.