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Humans are, for the most part

Consumed by their vanity

So you can expect

With your heartbeat and your sight

Your reason to be

It takes spite to recognize

The final prospect you didn’t choose

And remember what it takes

When they tell you what you have to lose

March on to the drums of fate

To the shadow of the void

The grave absurd direction

Within the cosmos left to die

Can’t be heard

Be returned

Forcing away

The falsehoods

The madness

Now recognize

In time it comes together

Constructed ruin

To the end of its tether

The seeds you sow

Beckon the sign

From where the voices came

The messages you receive

Now, you can’t hide

Your temptation, it’s a wild ride

Rendered automatic

Break from ones decided task

Blight for the aggressor

Take control and

Hide yourself

Bred to comply

Hear the echo

Deep seated, and it

Needs to let go

Under control

Mass appear

Taking their toll

Deviance

no reward

Find your fate becomes worthless

worse than death

Come what will

for us all

And we can’t know

Don’t be averse

To your mortality

If death were infinite

You never would be

By design I pray to the gods

Ideals of the righteous

of those who came before