Turning, winding,
Twisting, binding,
Little ties entwine
Your DNA's a living dance
Unparalleled in circumstance
That's set to Gods' own time
This mystery,
Your history's
What causes you to be..
You live and breathe,
Die and bequeath,
In a woven tapestry
Yet all of us,
Kick up a fuss
When time has come to end
We want this chain
Of life unchanged
Of links we cannot mend
Our days a span,
A well laid plan,
Of God, not mice or men.
So mend your ways
And end your days
At peace, the chain unbroken
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