Choices
Brought fourth to this world by our Mother
We exist by the choice of another
And the substance we may fill
Put fourth of our will
And to be a person that holds aim
To claim
What we know as our name
We are short lived in our form
Transformed in a time swarm
Acting as though we are Extinct
From the direct link
And those that live life reckless and determined
Ache and struggle in confusion from the sermon
That religion has taught
They could never see the illusion
Lured by enormous confusion
Till they have fallen to their lowest
Crawling back to the slowest
Redemption
Praying for an exemption
From life
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