Illusion 2
Ecclesiastes 5:17
17 Surely, he ate in darkness every day of his life,
and he suffered greatly with sickness and anger.
Illusion 2
Look oh gentle one … Why is it good to be aging?
Despair and helplessness crowning your eyes of hurt
What is it precious one? You know there’s a war raging
To be fought in loneliness as simple peace seems slurred
You think you are the only one to search the field of battle?
You step over decay and death in search for more excuses
You know the day is done when you yourself are rattled
Deep in need for a bed as the victory seems now abusive
Jan Wienen
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