BLUNT THORNS
Our struggles are vain; life is void.
Darkness has reigned; can man be free?
The earth is curious…a valley of mystery.
Her prickly grounds have made men,
While maggots merry beneath.
Man is nothing–serenity is a lost cause.
Heaven is a utopia, Hell…a mirage.
We rise from the ruins of others.
Time is unfair; soon we shall be in ruins.
…Sun has aged; what have mortals gained?
Fight for your sight; who knows your plight?
The rain will come…seeds might be trees.
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