Ages spent in misery.
Ages yet to go.
What purpose it serves,
One will never know.
The journey is set
The saga goes on.
Every shattered soul
Awaits dusk after dawn.
One that loathes death,
Will strikes the odds at throats.
For Nature's law is such...
When Life sinks, Hope floats.
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