To continue to watch, the water then flows.
Keeping it together, we stay silent, on our toes.
To trust and to abide, we hit the top.
The Ancient Elohim asking us to stop.
To know is to seek, my veins then pump the blood.
Gathering all info, ignoring all duds.
In God We Trust, faith is a must.
The bones are brittle that then turn into dust.
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