~just something I wrote down for fun
The lesson of pain
Is nothing but a strain
The line of life and death
Grows thinner and thinner with every breath
The lies of truth that we seek
Uncovers only a peek
When we ourselves unfold
Our own blindness we behold
The life of a vapor is short
So is the existence of every sort
Of every man, beast, and thing
All vanishes into nothing
Death, such a sweet release
To find a lasting peace
From all the torments of the soul
To live and die, the only goal
Emptiness and futility
Synonyms for existing
Noisy sounds and broken words
Are like useless shattered swords
The battle to be heard
Never won when deterred
Take the soul from this shell
So to end this miserable hell
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