New week, new insights, new thought
To what end is life, where are we going
Ambitions, visions, dreams, pinnacle?
Or is it death, the end of all.
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Cry of being born, you cry, they are happy
Torn between living, hustling, working it out
Gradually, life is a mystery in mystery
Making fool wise, turning gentlemen to touts.
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Never having enough, insatiable being
Hunger for money, power, fame, riches
At the end still lays in the coffin, stiff
Then what are we, a pawn in God's chess table.
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Was the fault Eve? Or God who created the fruit
Why tempt them first, how did the devil enter God's garden
Now cursed, fruits turned us to druid
Walking the whole earth, sin ladden.
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Part of the journey is the end
Prepare friend, moving closer to the end
Life lived full, joy, sorrow, doom
Yesterday was dark, today, full of light.
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To what end are we then, who brought us here
Question that has led to quest
Conquered space, probe galaxies, no fear
All in a bid to find God's crest.
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