My world’s a cabbage in its layers
A multitude of inner stairs
That lead the way to self remorse
Because I chose to take this course
A cabbage vendor on his knees
Weakened by a world at ease
Life seems to pass me by each day
But always gives me what I pay
Beyond the confounds of my doubt
An endless sea of sauerkraut
Sitting there so uselessly
Without a proper recipe
A victim of my own beliefs
I wonder what this world bequeaths
After we close our eyes and die
What’s truth, and what is just a lie?
Ambition knocks at all our doors
Some cabbage vendors have their stores
But yet I seem to be content
With barely making my own rent
Desires feast on flesh and bone
Until they reach a soul unknown
They feed it with their gory lust
And mount a tombstone on some dust
But as for me, I will make sure
To mount my tomb on something pure
Desires overcome with joy
Beyond contempt, I’ve found a cure
In my own kingdom there’s no doubt
Long live the king of Sauerkraut
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Character: 76/100 (We’re getting closer!)
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