or dropped my favourite mug.
Tragedy was when I turned a means for me to train my mind
to a mad race for the numbers 6, 90 and 5.0.
Tragedy was when I interpreted the means of His provision
as a never-ending ladder of my own glory.
Tragedy was when I trampled upon friendship
and used them as means to kill my boredom.
Tragedy was when I took family
to be an evitable springboard into the greener side.
Tragedy was when I abused what was meant to bring joy
as means to levitate my ego.
Tragedy was when I chose to twist the potential for abounding love
Into the greatest calamity.
Upon the greatest tragedies reigns a Greater Mystery
It is as such:
Tragedy was when He lost a Son
Tragedy was when He was crushed for my sin
In the end
Tragedy is when I refuse Him still
and numb it with fleeting fantasies.
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