In a journey where nature
takes control from what we
perceive to be real we take
offence and die if we cannot
take it back,
Lusting for awhile on the things
we once knew to be us and
forgetting that we came from
something greater,
Whatever sense of purpose you
thought to have had its only to
keep your mind busy from the truth,
The truth being that we are animals
with lifes shorter then our thoughts,
And in that we want immortality
through monuments, sucesses, and
family















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