The Bread of Anxious Toil: Psalm 127 (Part 1)

It is in vain that you rise up early
    and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil.
Psalm 127:2a

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I take another bite of the bread of anxious toil;
It fills but for a minute, incorporating void
Within the void, a death producing death, returned
To dust I am, biting in my spirit all I've earned.