Everything has been before
Stars and faliures
So, of what good is this ripitition
If men are born to die
Why then are men born?
Just to exist?
Or adore Who before creation_
Has always been adored?
Oh! yes, this world is useless
Today I am; tomorrow asleep
My wealth, poems and all_
What good to my soul would it be?
When willingly I would summit my flesh
To termites beneath.
What will my rest victory over
That in past men haven't achieved?
Tell me the use of this useless world
Oh ye, who have a say.
So, of what good is this ripitition
If men are born to die
Why then are men born?
Just to exist?
Or adore Who before creation_
Has always been adored?
Oh! yes, this world is useless
Today I am; tomorrow asleep
My wealth, poems and all_
What good to my soul would it be?
When willingly I would summit my flesh
To termites beneath.
What will my rest victory over
That in past men haven't achieved?
Tell me the use of this useless world
Oh ye, who have a say.
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