Life.
The essential form of an organism's existence,
And a conscience for it to command,
As this is how it is, for by Natural law,
The organism must exist,
Powered by its impulses,
Driven by its instincts,
And co-exist with the others,
Together on a single plane,
Which provides all of the necessities
To sustain its life,
Though it may choose to ignore
Aforementioned necessities
And allow its flesh and bone
To lose its power;
To succumb to atrophy,
So that this organism no longer must suffer
In the terrible plane that other organisms who,
Though identical,
Are given the power to corrupt and destroy what is meant to be beautiful,
And so this individual organism
Can achieve the only possible freedom,
Which is Death.
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