In death we are not made to feel,
For the greatest struggles comes through living,
Life is the source of our pain and suffering,
The hardship of economic imbalance,
Minds become exhausted from stress and worry
Bodies experience trauma from beatings and toil,
We wrinkle under the sun and fatigue in our freedom,
Desperation gets the better of us at times,
All this sweat for the sweet of a smile,
On the rare occasion that Joy comes to us she is a beauty to behold,
Happiness is the treasure we cherish in our chests,
The moments of bliss become our motivation to continue,
We befriend self deception,
Tricking ourselves into believing the great lie,
The great dream from which nobody wishes to awaken,
Reinforced by the socially constructed and interactive realities,
Every human mind is a bioelectrical system of impulse and thought,
Capable of rationalizing information and reason,
Nature built this machine - the human being,
It is the greatest tragedy on earth,
A kind of planned obsolescence,
Homo Sapien is a complex, scientific breakthrough,
In its relatively short existence it has accomplished so much,
But look at how it self destructs,
See how it turns on its own kind,
Watch it destroy the very environment that sustains it,
There is no understanding this beast that has programmed itself to fail,
It chooses only to serve its function until it wears out,
Only in its breakdown does it find stability.
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