Today, I wander in wonder:
Death, a phenomenon most dread
To same, our hearts have grown fonder
Be it wittingly or not.
To few, it's a daily bread
Without which life is impossible;
To many, it is only the end,
With which life is impossible;
Beautiful minds awash with delusions;
Drawn to living, drawn to an illusion --
The struggle to live is to continue in death,
For we were all born dead.
The few, dead men among the living,
Wise men openly hidden;
Daily they die but in fullness they live,
The living dead!
There is life and there is death,
Choose death that you may live.
We were all born dead,
We die to live.
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Lessons learnt in Sunday School; we die with Christ so we can live gloriously.