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Human Condition
With bootless cries we deafen the earth,
Born into a world of cruelty, we're
Ignorant of those whom the world had ate,
Deceived by the loud sounds of felicity.
And in every summer and winter's dance,
A siege is laid on our eyes and brows,
With everyday, creeping out of life's one chance,
For some they prematurely take their bows.
Yet in life's vanity we forge our paths,
Diverse they are, someday they still converge.
For when we breathe our last and played our parts,
Our journey's end six feet under, submerged.
Unlucky is he who had never loved,
More unfortunate is he, not beloved.
© Dan_Dave-
Born into a world of cruelty, we're
Ignorant of those whom the world had ate,
Deceived by the loud sounds of felicity.
And in every summer and winter's dance,
A siege is laid on our eyes and brows,
With everyday, creeping out of life's one chance,
For some they prematurely take their bows.
Yet in life's vanity we forge our paths,
Diverse they are, someday they still converge.
For when we breathe our last and played our parts,
Our journey's end six feet under, submerged.
Unlucky is he who had never loved,
More unfortunate is he, not beloved.
© Dan_Dave-
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