A crack in time we each must face
A vast domain of pathos;
‘Tis only a worried life time spent,
Years of fear, of love or some blest event
And yet we dare to cross this chaos!
But many times it seems so odd
That in spite of all things thought about;
Our cortex keeps on freaking out
‘cause what we’ve seemed most worried about
Is the doubtful sense of God.
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