Promises
by When looking for hope, dreams and anything to make it easier. You look for promises. You look to religion, faith, and belief. What is a promise?
The only thing you are promised is DEATH….. nothing else matters. This is the only thing you can depend on and look forward to. Why so serious? What you do in between is a mere formality. Like a Rose your time on earth is shot, but while your here your smell your beauty is sought. Impressions and foot prints, marks that you leave. Being remembered, thoughts of you continue to reign. As you sit and contemplate your existence, remember your position. Life = death and death = life. For one to live one must die. Like the rose left in a pile, a pile of dirt that was left over from filling your grave. Promises are meaningless, promises are broken. Faith, religion, belief, neither one can keep you away from the one promise that will ever be made… Death.
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