In this bad, twisted, topsy-turvy world,
Where all the heaviest wrongs get uppermost.

In this bad, twisted, topsy-turvy world,
Where all the heaviest wrongs get uppermost.

Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born
With nowhere yet to rest read more

Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.

The world is like a board with holes in it, and the square men
have got into the round read more

The world is like a board with holes in it, and the square men
have got into the round holes, and the round into the square.

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content read more

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
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But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.

After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man
could number, of all nations, and kindreds, read more

After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man
could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and
tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed
with white robes, and palms in their hands;
And cried with a loud voice, saying, Salvation to our God which
sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.

This is the best world, that we live in,
To lend and to spend and to give in:
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This is the best world, that we live in,
To lend and to spend and to give in:
But to borrow, or beg, or to get a man's own,
It is the worst world that ever was known.

The world is getting to be such a dangerous place, a man is lucky to get out of it alive.

The world is getting to be such a dangerous place, a man is lucky to get out of it alive.

The world is a playground, and life is pushing my swing.

The world is a playground, and life is pushing my swing.

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.