Every now and then i found my self

these seem to happen too often

I feel the breeeze behide and ahead

pushing so hard to make my way through


I stretch my hands

in my mind i'm about to  grasp

Now i beleive you 'my mind'

nothing there as you said


All the strenght i build in you

runs in vain in shortes time

I kill myself over and over

we belief in God

yet got no faith

what shall it profit a man?

who gain the world and lose his soul

Oh' what a big disgrace!

"Vanity of vanities! All is vanity."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Nothing on earth that is stronger than the love of God and Humanity, for all the Wealth we ''killing oneself for'' over and over are only Worldy things

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