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A little Faith.
Is what He's yearned.
But it's gone like a wraith.
Had a glimpse before it turned.

Gone and disappeared.
Without ash or a scent.
Like an extinction it mirrored.
It came, saw, and went.

He's Left wanting more.
Confused and riddled.
His minds on the floor.
Lethargic and crippled.

It's come and gone.
It'll never come again.
Forever withdrawn.
Forever times ten.

Has he earned what He's yearned?
Has he deserved what He observed?

He tries not let the thieves.
Under his tightly buttoned sleeves.
But the man freezes and grieves.
Because all good in his life leaves.
It's fate that he believes.
That whatever he conceives.
Or whatever he achieves.

Leaves

Sorrow and happiness interweaves.
-In his life. His hope, he retrieves.
-Briefly. But his hope, just deceives. 

He's not filled with hate.
He's accepted his trait.
That his dreams will forever evaporate.
His desires will endlessly dissipate.
Fate will shortly obliterate.
Anything owed to him, never to regenerate.
Or rejuvenate.
Lost faith in things to celebrate.
No choice but to wait.
And suffocate.

If only he knew.
There was a plan for him.
If only he knew.
His future wasn't so dim.

His salvation is overdue.
The helplessness he went through.
And the agony that he brew.
Could be gone with a coup.
All the horror could undue .

With just a look.
Who knew?
Not from a book.
But from you.

You're gone.
Just a picture is left.
long gone and withdrawn.
Your disappearance, so deft.

Just a sad memory.
Like a loved one buried.
The only thing one can see.
Is a marker, for the soul has ferried.
To the heavens, leaving not an ounce of glee.

How does the world end?
How does the world end?

How will the reaper reap?
Not with a bang.
But with a weep.

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