Warnings

We walk along our wicked paths
And think nought of the thunder;
But soon the lashing rain will fall
And whip our lives asunder

If carelessly we walk in shade
The darkness soon will grow;
It creeps up close, as slow as hate
Yet sooner than we know.

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