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destruction is inevitable,

all creation dies.

dying for distraction,

we kill to stay alive.

everyone is hungry,

no one's satisfied.

some have more than others,

but that could be a lie..

every form of leisure

is just a compromise:

to sell your future seizure

for instant gratified.

we are the recievers

administered by life

obstinate believers

who keep up with the light

how comfortable is failure?

how difficult is faith?

if death is death, my sister,

then why do i still wait?

if something else is with us

as terrible as fate

i dread the day i meet Him

and answer for my weight:

for all the things i haven't done

or even set to try,

and all the people i can't love,

the children i've let die.

i'm tentatively waking up

and stumbling outside

hoping i can hope someday

that death scares me to life