From blackness we commence our stride
We launch a futile Crusade
To a place unbeknownst
Blinded from the instance of first breath
Reminded of the ever present creeping death
Precarious existence
Drowned in the sea of disbelief
We bear our fatal burden
Like a crown adorned with rust and verdigris
Our sight begins to open
Not before we learn to look away
Unanswerable questions
Gnawing through a pyretic mind
One insignificant suggestion
Could spark alteration in all mankind
The cure, if there ever was one,
Is to breathe, remain, bequeath
A terrifying roar
The one who does good
In expectation of gratitude
Is worse than the greediest of loan sharks
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