Life and Death


Is life a dream or is it an illusion
Human words and actions seem to generate only confusion.

As God giveth so also takes away
The gift of life is cyclical and universal, for there is no other way.

Each of us come according to a specific earthly time
Part of the harvest before making the wine.

Every grape is not perfect that grows on the vine
Neither was or is; every member of mankind.

Past time is the foundation for belief
The present for keeping children from scenes of human grief.

Man is living longer and longer
The family is becoming weaker and not stronger.

Parents will have their individual time to be grand
When it arrives they will finally understand.

I know of not one singular one
Who would not sacrifice their own lives for a daughter or son.

The children are ours and the only reason why we are here
To remove the influence of evil that gives our children fear.

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