Vanity and Dust
Vanity and dust, dust and vanity:
is that all we are? Clashing egos,
scheming, soulless, taking and getting
only to loose all to that cheater Death?
When all you love will one day turn
to dust and none beat emptiness,
then you must pick--
that all is but chance,
or all is planned and
luck is the illusion...
sentience a cruel joke
or a divine-like gift...
and you either a fluke,
or one tugged by God.
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