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But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty. I Cor. 1:27 (KJV)    
for a little word shall the bigot slay,    
as the ant that fells the elephant.    
diminutive seeds, like the dust made clay,    
shall suffice a universe of want.    
every fallen tear, like the salty seas,          
shall transport my woes far, far away,    
for each breath i take in an instant flees    
to the bellows of eternity.    
cunning spiders’ webs, like the snares of men,    
weave us silken threads of borrowed time;    
sipping of the inks of their potent yen    
makes us victims of rash paradigms.    
does profoundness rule in a babe’s first cry    
or the world conclude at first-nightfall?    
does a cadence pass for a symphony    
or the flaws of men drip protocol?    
breathes all of my life in a single breath,  
for tomorrow’s dreams live but today.  
as i die to self, i defeat my death:  
love has purchased my eternity.  
© Copyright 2019 June 05
Written by cabcool
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