Resisting the condescending nature of man is a veritable
burden.
It speaks of courage and egotistical pride, it cannot lay
itself aside for practicalities sake, yet it continues
roaming the universe in sheep's clothing.
Bandying about in the cold north air, livelihood peers
out to seek it's shadows beneath the sun's stern stare.
Turning about, running wildly, clutching at air, the
nature of man is finally laid to rest with an
uncondescending look.
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