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© Copyright 2012 Life is so dear that selflessness is less Comfort so sweet that dare is rare. Seen and unseen sin slims our future As we get busy disguising disgrace. Your fallen son' desires are falling through And our fallback is a fallout. Who will save us from ourselves? Who can fix a firm tomorrow on a shaky today? Here we are, seeming not being, doomed not adored. Self seeking dragging into a dense jungle And now the remnant values hang in doubt. My heart bleed and plead, hands and eyes lifted. Sorry mum.
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