The Devils Laugh At Our Ego.
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Dr. Antony Theodore
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We live with our inflated ego.
Our years come to an end
like a long and breathing sigh.
Like the fresh grass
in the morning,
thatfades and
withers away
in the evening,
we perish in the grave.
Our ego brakes into pieces.
The devils laugh at our ego.
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