True Design

Yet entities are ungrateful of who they are,
Forgetting their creation and their death,
As if living without any rules to abide with,
Similar to animals, alas, worst than them.
We were created from clay then a clot,
Specific guided regulations made a lump,
A foetus is created, then the white bones,
And clothing them with flesh into entities.
Endless blessings, one after the other,
And then destined to be housed in graves,
Another life far from the first vivid one,
And then, to Him, we all indeed resurrect.
Saturday, 14thof January 2012
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