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The Meaning of Existence


For some, a place of blame

Seen as a crutch for the weak

A reason for their fame

The Earth given to the meek.

 

Man's greatest invention

Some being high in the sky

Man was a creation

What happens when we all die?

 

The thought saddens my heart

The everlasting God quest

More than watching Paul Blart

Let's put this question to rest.

 

We are only here for a short time, why worry about this stuff? 

You might as well enjoy your life with friends and get out of the ruff!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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