The Human Condition
In the mirror of this world
I see a face that is not my own
A stranger,dripping tears of blood
And cast with impunity to the very depths of hell
Dwelling in the haunted shadows
Cursed to wander this accursed world alone
Forbidden to love,hate a name to be embraced
Lest you fall asunder in the bosom of a friend
The horrors of living oft in a void
Seeing the evils that man doth did alone
Flesh eat flesh,blood cast and trampled in mud
Power and fame,the price of one's soul to sell
The world, a place where evil grows
Birth to death birthing a cycle of woe
Preaching of godless men yet hearts unfazed
Man or fiend,both journey towards the same end
But is this all there is
Is the hope of men like burnt wood?
Is life a brutal endless cycle
That death is but a welcome reprieve?
Nay,but there is a cycle of love and peace
There is the end of all that is good
A greeting that ends with a smile
And a deed of which is hope revived.
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