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The real lost in reality ...


Proverbs 9:17-18 

17 “Stolen waters are sweet,
and food obtained in secret is pleasant!”
18 But they do not realize that the dead are there,
that her guests are in the depths of the grave?

 

The real lost in reality

 

Now it’s here and then it’s gone, a city drowned in water

Sounds a lot like life and death in a world that does not bother

What is here and what is gone if things just change in composition

Are all thoughts just overdone in search for more nutrition?

 

What is reality to be if founded on confusion?

Does it start with you or me as all appears an illusion?

Could it be that being free has its own restrictions?

Imposed by men who want to be leaders of affliction

 

Jan Wienen

 

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