Life Does Not Ask

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We all exist at some expense
A mothers pain or a fathers heft
Without a question being asked of ourselves
Of weather existence is what we desired
No
Life does not ask and neither does God
You are woven and crafted a divine poem in sinew
Blood pumps through the veins of an earthen shell
While a light no fleshy eyes see burns brighter
Than a campfire laced with magnesium
It is hard knowing
Its hard rowing
a life lived
purpose
known

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