Deaf or ...
Job 8:13-14
13 Such is the destiny of all who forget God;
the hope of the godless perishes,
14 whose trust is in something futile,
whose security is a spider’s web.
Deaf or …
We think, then sink and after go slowly down
We don’t have far to go as we’re near the bottom
We look up to fly and touch the sky colored brown
We float on our energy that is surely ill-begotten
We cry and try to improve self at expense of others
To be admired in search for an empty praise by all
Our conscience weeps as our heart does not bother
Embracing the demise to come as Life Himself calls
Jan Wienen
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