The Moral Compass - T ABRAHAM
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Amidst the huge tossing winds,
The oceans with doubtful sail,
Swallowing up even the brave,
Fuming and erupting streams,
Dragging everyone into a grave,
Deepens and darkens every day,
Wailing and wait to be out of bay,
But a guide needed so desperate,
A needle balancing every force,
Tiny and timid it seems to look,
Possessing the rarest of wisdom,
In the unchanging scales it looks,
Guiding the long and right way,
To safely be out of the bay today,
Gulping streams burping hardly,
No more do they swallow up them,
They who sailed through waters,
Them who had followed morality,
Saving up every piece of mortality,
Compassed the decisions to be safe,
Needle turning around without strife,
Moving with ease and stiffness,
But no bitter gruffness is felt,
Even the hard rocks makes way,
And they all over time do melt away.
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