Comes into this world with nothing,
Leave with nothing,
The purposelessness of human life,
Seems to be a paradox,
Worthless it is, a human life,
Chained by social norms.
Oppressed for the sake of liberty,
Just mortified flesh in the end,
One question arises,
From the tedious debates on our worth,
“Why did HE create us? ”
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