The Folly of Gods
What grand overture preceeds death
When the past is prologue to life
What omnipotent power's breath
Gives life to our struggle and strife
Ask who will come to our defense
As we battle against the odds
What will sustain our common sense
When we're the folly of our gods
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2024
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