The earth rumbles, the sea roar.
our freedom is enslaved in the web of lies,
our days on earth are numbered, and passes on like ashes that flieth in thin air.

The struggles, the hustle, and pain of man,
aimed at fame and wealth.
Man thinketh and believeth in his heart;
joy and peace are from the materialistic things of life.

The doubted faithless generation,
uncultured attitude, ill mannered, whose heart
are full of pretense,and violence.
man spake of peace and unity, but deep in their hearts stir up strife, and rage.

Contentment is a poison to man,
hmm, their antidote is greed
every man desire longevity,
death is an unwanted visitor in every man's life.
there's no escape in lies, there's freedom in truth

hastily does not guarantee success, but comes with failed dreams, aspirations, rejection.
the reality is that;death ends us all,But

I sought my solace in nature of the world, beauties in land, sea,season, weather, animals.
I sought my solace in Contentment, not greed
I sought my solace in patience, not violence or rage.
I sought my solace in unity and peace
I sought my solace in pleasing GOD, myself, not pleaser of men.
I sought my solace for the existence of the unique you and I.
I sought my solace in GOD.
© Deborah, The Blacicon