How unfortunate, under the heavens, we must eat corpses to survive, as if it’s our punishment for desiring to live, and we are forced to fuck those we love, as if we must harm them to bind them to us, humanity and our plight, sinners from beginning to end, we struggle and we squirm, our existence must be blasphemy itself, our source some grand sin, for heaven almighty, to doom us to this life again and again, ignorance is bliss, we get through it in different ways, some deny, and others give in, partake in bread, consuming corpses, feasting on the taste of worms, give in to Greed, Pride, and Lust, our nature, to be accepting, our history is entwined, with so many lies, our shadows do so many unsightly things, and as we grow, there’s a voice that whispers, life is pain, but we lose sight and continue to give birth to the innocent, again and again, why am I writing this, there’s no solution, and I’m just a poet, maybe, in the end, as the heavens watch, light as a feather, our burden is…

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