Are you a spiritual tap or a drain
A tap gives fresh water again and again
Where there’s a thirsting, the tap is the thing
That we go to and turn on to pour us a drink
The tap always yields the water within
Its source never dies and it flows fresh and clean
The drain is a taker and grabs all it can
And all that it swallows is not seen again
It doesn’t want water in order to live
It’s quick to receive, but unable to give
No water’s returned, lest the drain’s blocked by waste
But then it stagnates and the stench fills the place
Nothing that’s good is retained in its bowel
And what is retained, is revolting and foul
Having said all this, I ask once again
Are you a spiritual tap or a drain
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