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So much trouble


Job 14:1 

The Brevity of Life

14 “Man, born of woman, lives but a few days, and they are full of trouble.

 

 

Is it any wonder that there is so much trouble

as confused in purpose mankind rushes on?

At the expense of others, very oft a double,

in search to fill their emptiness as they carry on

 

Skirmishes and wars, robberies and murders,

justified by all of them who make it a way of life

In the name of their gods, they always go further,

spreading more mayhem filled to the brim with inner-strife

 

A siren starts howling somewhere in the distance

Ways of life and death are part of “civilized” existence

Reality now invades at a sudden for instance

preparing for their last breath someone’s feeble persistence

 

Jan Wienen

 

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