it's the destiny of things big and small
first to slowly rise then forever fall
a feature long observed by man
but bigger than he is this plan
these my friends are the rules
want it different? join the fools
build up castles made of sand
will not change the dealt hand
occasionally we are want to yearn
for something more than our turn
this consuming constructed craving
will only lead towards aimless raving
it shouldn't be the way of this occasion
despite our desperate contemplation
if you gaze into the heavenly mirror
you'll see that we've nothing to fear
if you can fathom our deep place
you'll only see immortal grace
the void is our only true home
thus are we first here, then gone
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