Vanity
The dissappearance of something once held
The usefulness of nothing
Like the façade of a mad man,
Vanity is the hope of taming the air
air
A dust-made creation of God
A being of the spirit, soul and body
In the image of God he is made
Human is being alive in flesh
flesh
Strong desire to achieve something
Storms of life assail
Like a façade of glorious outcome
Ambition: plan of a future yet to surface
surface
Oh! What an act of passing away
The eraser of life on earth
Like a beetle whose lava bores into wood
Death is the termination of existence
A plan for the future yet unknown
While death patiently awaits human at a point undisclosed
Then, execution is perfected
In the face of death, human ambition becomes vain
Death! Yet a mystery,
takes whosoever
whosoever
To be someone in life
is the order of the way
BSC, Ph. D...are the certificates acquired
In death, there are no escorts needed
needed
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A movement from existence to extinction
The human ambition is paralysed in the face of death,
As the dust-made creation returns to dust.
dust-made creation of God
A being of the spirit, soul and body
In the image of God he is made
Human is being alive in flesh
flesh
Strong desire to achieve something
Storms of life assail
Like a façade of glorious outcome
Ambition: plan of a future yet to surface
@becca-p wonderfull
Thanks @anixon