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Life
What is this thing
We call life?
Just an abstract concept?
Or maybe
Something more
We just can't understand
Will we ever?
Are things always
As they seem?
Just an illusion
Set to confuse us?
From the truth we
Seek?
Or nothing real
Were all just
Dead souls
Looking for the
End a place
Of paradise
A place that
May not even exist
Yet we fight to see
What if the
Truth is worse
Than the lie?
What if people
Pray just to
Feel at peace
When all is
Lost to this world
To the hell
We face everyday
Why even try
If there may
Not be a
Better place
But there will
Always be hope
For we are
All human
Hope is what keeps
Us alive without it
Nothing would even exist
The world would
Die
