Truly we speak of the Curse
As the Fall;
Man has been bound and grasped
By gravity ever since.
The body grows in shape and mass;
Each passing year gravity gains force.
The accumulation of years
Bends the shoulders to the earth.
The human heart finds sorrow
And trouble in time perennial
Till it fills over-full and ever-heavy
Weighing the soul ever lower.
Time and age are merely formality—
We are forever pressed into the earth's embrace.
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