“What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each-other?”

Otherworldly words of
sad, soft-spoken seraphs
continuing the cries
of those whom none cared for.

They’ve no place between hands
of minutes, hours, sand,
yet slip through hollowness
for those who’ve yet to pray.

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