The fourth last word

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Life shines in the dark lens of your countenance.

When you hide your face, all die, and return to the earth.

Was it dust or grief, guilt or love that made you turn away?

A thousand years in your sight pass like yesterday;

three hours in but the blinking of your eye.

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