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Poetry
2015-09-25 00:00:00 +0000
Fate
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Wanderlust poetry

Do you still claim for there to be No chance of a random possibility Because our God planned out eternity? But what good does that do For the likes of me?

If you don't know the hand you're dealt And faithfulness determines not your wealth, Then why not loosen up your bible belt? We can only ascertain Our ascent To heaven or hell.

The rain falls down on the wicked and the just. We pack our bags and pray to God in whom we trust. Our plans fall through as we return to dust And beg our God To cure Our wanderlust.