
I once was a man, well to-do and content.
I had great friends for whom my time was well spent.
I had a power that would send people seething in envy.
But then again, I never realized that to me my life was only lent.
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I reveled in the streets as if no one was there.
I laughed and was merry as if I had no care.
I got what I want, even if others were hurt.
I thought, “This is the life!” until I fell for a snare.
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I fell and fell hard with the Spectre on my back.
It didn’t let me go, never gave me any slack.
I cried out, begging for a second chance.
But still the car crashed into a tree off the road’s track.

White-masked men said I do not have any hope.
I lost too much blood; my body can no longer cope.
Is this all true? Am I really leaving the world?
Before I knew it, darkness entangled me like a rope.
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Flames burst into power as I found myself weeping.
Loneliness and Fear were embracing me; fruits of anguish were they reaping.
How could I have let life fly past me by?
I found out too late that it was Elyon whom I should have been worshipping.
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I am still a man, however, am suffering because of time stupidly spent.
I have no friends here; all are crying in torment.
Only he has power and I am experiencing his wrath.
But then again, you are still living, so don’t waste your life that’s only for rent.
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“This is the testimony in essence: God gave us eternal life; the life is in his Son.
So, whoever has the Son, has life; whoever rejects the Son, rejects life.”
— 1 John 5:11-12 (MSG)