What is the point of life,if the last resort is inevitable death?
We are born astride the grave,immediately we were birthed death began
We Wake up,Work ,Sleep,Reproduce and Die.Nothing more nothing less
There exist an afterlife they say,what if that's just a continuation of the strive.

What good does life offer,when we're all wired to be the perfect image we so despise.
Life is not a bed of rose,life doesn't give,you take from life
We Reproduce to keep life from ending,when in truth we extend the suffering.
Life is plentiful of good,if you can make the most out of it,but you know how it ends - DEATH
Life hurts,Death is peace.
BUT I AM DAT I AM,IN THIS DECEITFUL WORLD.














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