What is this thing we call life?
Is it a nefarious creature that causes strife?
Are we going to lose those things most dear?
Should we cower and live in fear?
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Is life just a methodic system we live in?
Are we shaped to be 'normal' by words like just and sin?
Why can't we break the bonds that cause us to be 'normal?
Is it so hard to stop being what these accursed creatures call formal?
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