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Mark Fitzpatrick Poem
The truth of Life is that life is all lies,
The truth of Death is that death is no surprise.
A dying man gasps with his last dying breath,
"A meaningless life! A meaning for death."
He cowers in darkness waiting for light,
Devouring himself in his own minds night.
There is no escape, no reprieve.
We must all follow the pattern we weave.
There is no beginning, there is no end.
Cycle after cycle, out actions we repeat,
And on our ignorance, we accept defeat.
Copyright © Mark Fitzpatrick | Year Posted 2021
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