Nameless sublunary dwellers
of differing hues and shapes
Primordial timbres sounding
through forests of petrified people
Pangloss like all good optimists
Looks for the best in abject evil
In a prison which we are born into
with no door or key
In a world where one eats another
to survive to another dawn
In blissful oblivion of truth
till hungry worms feed on eternity
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