THE UNKNOWN
Life on we press.
A distance far and near.
Knowing not the end is here.
We struggle here and there, but the end death.
In contrition we am merged.
Wondering helter skelter neglecting our health
and prioritizing wealth.
Knowing not health is wealth.
Little do we feed from our sweat.
All this toil, death the end.
KROBEA.
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Author:
Krobea (Pseudonym) (
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