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Apr 2015
What comfort in knowing,
wherever you're going,
the path is left
up to your willing.
What safety in saying
the life you are paying
is spent upon
only your bidding.
Your sense of control
seems so admirably droll
though, in hindsight,
it did the misleading.
Because life has one cost,
earned at death, then it's lost.
Rejoice: life is only
your meaning.
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cosmo naught
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