They Call It “Natural”
- michaelbray
- Oct 28, 2020
- 1 min read
They call it “natural” That death that takes us all. ‘Tis the bane of our existence Plaguing the race since the Fall. We pass our days in rush and hurry Driven by that zeal To get it all done Before we’re buried. And when we make that final run Nothing counts But to have followed the Son.
0630, 27 Oct., 2020
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