life and brains.
God gave us a brain,
one that can hold and maintain,
The beauty it replenishes with knowledge,
could either be extraodinary, or abolished.
Stories we make from our brains,
would be the next centuries game,
From life to death,
we play this game of chess,
Choices made, choices take,
But in every move we make,
is easy as making a big mistake.
Be fruitful, be kind,
for the next day will be divine.
People come, people go,
but all those who stay,
were meant to see your show.
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