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The Circle of Life The Circle of Life ever turns...ever spins in an endless procession of time. It casts no aspersions on our mortal sins, it cares not for our reasons or rhyme. It's existence is bound to humanity's soul to ensure that humanity thrives. Yet it randomly plays out the Grim Reaper's role as it chooses who lives & who dies. The selection is made without malice of thought for in truth its humanity's choice. By humanity's whim the Life Circle is caught, and it yields to man's whimsical voice. So each claims a fragment of time's endless space as we play out our cards lose or win. 'Til we bask in the glory of God's loving face and He frees us of our earthly sin. |
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