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What you can't see ...


Ecclesiastes 9:13 

13 This is what I also observed about wisdom on earth,
and it is a great burden to me:

 

What you can’t see

 

Let me be what you can’t see … I’ll survive by my own choices

Like a mosquito in the night I’ll survive on someone else’s blood

Sounding like a skinless breed as my hunger shouts in rowdy voices

It’s alright to suck one dry or it feels tight in my gut or not

 

Can I live to forgive? Why must someone die?

Is my survival resting on someone else to give their life?

Born a stiff in endless quiz and later on to fry

After the day is done to listen to a never-ending cry?

 

Jan Wienen

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