"All is vain, a mere grasping at the wind"
If life is but pain, where lies the will to live?
Between the lines, she finds comfort in this:
That this toil is not solely temporal, but does eternally unhinge.
Rip aside the veil that does so darken our hearts!
Rewind the time spent frivolously; Restart.
We know not the extent our sin hath wrought
Yet by grace found blameless of the guilt, soon forgot.
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