Here we are in the market place
Striving to achieve our visions and goals
Fighting to live meaningful lives
But forgetting about the end of our race
After the hustling and bustling
The struggles of finding a means of living
The worries and anxieties of achieving goals
Where do we end our lives
There is certainly be a place of rest
Where we will give account of our race on earth
A place where we will be joyfully welcomed
And with stars of glory, be crowned
There is also a place of unrest
Which is forever filled with regrets
Where the furnace forever burns
Where human blood is the devil's feast
We chose where we wish to belong
We chose if we want to be part of the joyful
Or we want to be part of the regretful
Where do we go from here??
Thank you for your time.
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