"The battles of man start upon entering the world";
His days are not many yet sauced with anguish and misery.
The sun sparkles yet it's a joke;
The moon gleams in the most obscure evening professing to cover our strange feelings in the haziest skies.
Morning breaks and we understand it didn't do anything by any stretch of the imagination.
We came as people yet need to pay for the transgressions of our dads.
We came to carry on with our lives; yet we need to take on concealed conflicts began by our predecessors. For what reason should there be such a lot of battle and disappointment??
For what reason should there be falling away of such countless valuable spirits ???
Lives dying in the distance,
Blurring into blankness like they won't ever exist.
This is the world we came to meet - a world that might have been wonderful had the snake not been permitted in that frame of mind of Eden.
I lie in my bed steaming with harshness;
My heart throbs at my own battles.
Is this the world the Maker had visualized?
Did He make the world to be great or like a writer He made the various characters that could later be Satan addressing malevolence and Jesus addressing great??
Is this fallen world piece of His end-all strategy all along??
Before the groundworks of the world, had He previously settled the destiny of man and the abhorrent that could happen to him after his insubordination??
Was his defiance inescapable?
"All the world's a phase and all men are simply players."
We are bits of a tremendous riddle; we're makes plans for the hand of the Maker; we resemble debris effectively floored by the breeze.
It's a misfortune what we are, it's profoundly terrible.
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