Alan Lastufka - The Sparks Fly Upward lyrics

Call now Is there anyone who will answer you? And to which of the Holy Ones will you turn? For anger slays the foolish man And jealousy k**s the simple I have seen the foolish taking root And I cursed his bode immediately His sons are far from safety They are even oppressed in the gate And there is no deliverer His harvest the hungry devourer And take it to a place of thorns And the schemer is eager for their wealth For affliction does not come from the dust Nor does trouble sprout from the ground For man is born for trouble as the Sparks Fly Upward