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What's the point of life if it's all just fate
Just lovely soul stuck in a cycle of hate
For what once was known goes through change
When there's nothing new it all feels strange
What's now understood has already been
The mind lays in the fire of that same den
Amongst the flames still rested is the soul
Even when awoken to an empty bowl
Life goes from open field to a tight tunnel
It's hard not to panic and struggle
About the Creator
J. K. Anderson
A poet, author and journalist tied to the belief that Christ is YHWH. Open minded and eager to show my wild imagination to all people. I'm not a happy writer but I'm happy to write. All for fun.
Thanks for stopping by :)
@frame0fjosh

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