The first cry of birth
Ushering eternal existence
Man is born
Never to end
He gallops through unsure
and unequal lines
And the end rhymes not
Life no balance
Where then shall we find
Solace, if there is
For the journey lasts
And shall never end
However someday
We shall close our eyes
To open again
To another world
Another world
World of order
I'd meet with God
There in yonder
But those that lived
Without the law
There in their heart
Shall weep at last
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We must live our life according to God's plan to make heaven. Well written