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Parasite


Ecclesiastes 1:8 New Living Translation (NLT)

8 Everything is wearisome beyond description. 

No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied. 

No matter how much we hear, we are not content.

 

Pour it out on paper … all the facts are not in

Choose to be unhappy … in your frame of mind

Life is just a vapor … soon gone with the wind

The same for Ma and Pappy and others you can find.

 

Emotions in the playpen … are forming many words

The message is still the same directed from the heart

Remember now and then … seem never in one accord

As contradiction within can’t part from being smart

 

Streaking on white surface … impressions from inside

The reality of truth passed by … surely seldom invited

Exclaiming to know purpose … separating what’s right

As it sucks away at life ... as an ever slurping parasite

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

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