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Feb 2020
Perfectly, flawlessly, lost
Still lost

Quietly, solemnly, sleeping
Still wake

Notably, publicly, making
Still waste

We are dying, arriving, and truly
Too late
Distractions end. Sleep ends. Your career and creations will all come to an end. This world will end. And nothing on this earth will ever satisfy you.

Our nature is to thirst and waste the things which we are given, such as time and opportunity.

Life without faith is so empty.

Makes me thankful for grace and such.
Colm
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Colm
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