Blind Eyes
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How can you think
That you die like a bug, or a rat
That it's over, just like that?
So what becomes
Of your personality?
Does it simply cease to be?
Why are you here?
To exist, with a pointless end
Of the years on earth you spend?
Are you so sure
There is just what meets the eye
And then one day, you'll die?
How meaningless
And bleak is the scene you portray
And it's really not that way
I pray for you
That your blind eyes soon will see
Little rays of eternity
And you will glimpse
Your purpose, truth, and light
That will end your darkest night.
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