Hell Bound by Good Intentions

ethereal concepts lack sense
Unlike making bricks from the earth
Knowledge so dense
So obvious it's worth
Gaze from curious clouds
People scurry pursuing beautiful lives
Fathers look on so proud
As their sons find wives
None bear proof of purpose
The mind traps motion in suspension
Hell bound to be in service
A path of good intentions

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