Ever feel the weight of seriousness pressing upon your soul?
It's like all the small stuff can no longer be in comparison.
It's as if the only important things, surrounding death, surface.
Somehow, you see and feel that burden of death beckoning.
You feel your immortality.
No, the small stuff just doesn't compare when facing our own immortality.
There was then, but now... now, there is just the here and now.
Are we ready to see what lies ahead?
I feel I know.
I feel I have a clue.
Death waits for no one.
That's the frightening thing.
It shall steal us from day, like a thief in the night.
Will we stand ready to defend ourselves with His armor?
Will He be our defender?
Or will He be our condemner?
Are we ready?
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