Life's Not Worth ItMature

To gain is to lose, to lose is to gain.
Such a ponderous game.
What we play, every day.
Why look back? Why move forward?
Life’s not worth it, or so I’m told.
I look around me, and all I see
These problems rising.
Blotting out the sky, and making me
Tremble for the thought of God.
For His wrath I will not induce.
But tis not what for that I live.

The End

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