Gift
Those who claim to be wise say to enjoy the gift of life.
But I say they are fools and in the backs will be pierced by a knife.
Those who stay cautious of the horrors and never give up will survive.
But it's survival of the fittest, and the weak will be tortured like a child by beehives.
Murders, suffering, hunger, sorrows on earth so vastly they drift.
Do you truly live, and say this life is a gift?
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