Mother of love,

father of hate,

born of one flesh – their flesh – our flesh – my blood – its blood

born to struggle, to die

dying to live

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Rotting in societies graveyard,

dumping ground

of restless, teaming masses

stagnating in pools of hate-love

no meaning to life

except struggling to live, to die

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Dying to live,

living to die

to end the struggle of life

the unhappiness

the gladness

the sense of unease

of no meaning

of seeking, finding, losing, wanting

of being, not being

whirlpools of reality

sucking us in

to be lost forever

a living death

a dying life