Departure From Home - the Musings of a Moron Final
Allow me to ask you this:
What is the point in striving?
For what purpose should one seek the bliss?
Whilst relentless is the sorrow, all else is fleeting
Thus, fabricating the weak line,
which separates living from surviving
Making one wonder,
why bother when all is already lost?
One may choose not to see,
but if one can fathom that one and all are born from the filth,
to the filth they all shall go be
Denying the urge to spree,
only more misery it shall bring.
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