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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Pray, what is your purpose, Death? Carrying souls to their fated dues, Via your messengers, beings so vile and so ugly That the eyes hurt simply by looking at them! Are you part of God's team? Acting on His orders, reaping souls from the mundane Like we reap grapes from vineyards? Or do you act on your own? Attempting always to snatch souls away Before they manage to reach the abode of God? Pray, Death, why do you even exist? Living leads us nowhere, We grow, we bloom, we reach our apex Only to turn into decaying messes! Then, you come around and you submit us To another dose of torture As, supposedly, we are to be punished for how we have played All this time! Existing is like being strapped to an everlasting tornado Swirling and swirling into an incomprehensible medium Going nowhere and being meaningless and burdensome! Why, Death, are you secured from your own purpose? Do you not meet with Death too? If so, then, is existing not void? Pray, enough of all of this senseless drama We are slaves, each one of us, From Mother Earth, to humans, to you Death, We are slaves, we own nothing, we rule not even ourselves We chose not even to birth Life is simply imposed upon us and tagged we become With a load of actions leading to some reactions Which push us towards deeper detriments! Enough, I am fed up, Religion is a lie! Life is corrupt! Humans, fooled into a plot to accept their own existence, To soothe their suffering Remain compelled to act as per some guidelines! Why, Death, I am at a stage where I have lost faith in everything My heart has coiled around it, The snakes of negativity and they constantly inject it With their venomous broods! I crave to be soothed, But I wish to have my questions answered, What is your purpose in all of this? More, what is my purpose while I lead an existence In a false world?
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