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Blood, Sweat, and Tears

We were cursed by the creator our father

That by our sweat we shall earn our daily bread

We wept, toiling through our bondage in Egypt

And sin, when Cain first desecrated the earth

With the innocent blood of his brother Abel.

Thus blood, sweat, and tears,

Have been with us all the way,

Constantly throughout the years,

From Eden’s garden where we first began

When man molded from clay became a living soul.

To the here and now, by his grace we stand,

While neither flight, plight, or fright

Will they cease to exist. Blood sweat and tears,

Committed until death, with us remain

And never before shall we part.

Though fears often bring with it blood and tears

And through our body flows a unique identity,

An historic chart that links us to our ancestors,

That which is known to us as our DNA

The architect and constructor of our character.

When our emotions run wild our tears begin to flow

Or if our blood boils hot, and our anger we show

Regardless of the reason, or whatever the season

Blood, sweat, and tears will forever remain

Linked from our past to our future

As well as our DNA fingerprint.