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| The Void. . . . . . . . . A vast, vicious void sets to devour it's victims. The things that people value, shall vanish away. Infinite number of the obsessed foolish whims, Meaningless empty games, that folks dare play. Countless activities, we use to amuse ourselves, have grasps on hearts and can even, trap a soul. They make nothing more of us than empty shells. We must find a way to sustain some of a control. Pleasures and treasures will swiftly be, passing. Life is fleeting, like a vapour carried by the wind. Bodies go to dust but, a saved soul is everlasting. Let this be your mentality before time has it's end. A simple message to my friends who are reading. Avoid this void, Go With God, and eternally live. His Hand provides all supplies that we're needing. He dearly desires seeing, if we are willing to give. Thomas F. Crumpler 2001 Copyright To Comment On This Poem, Use My Chat Board By Clicking Here:) |
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