A poem from a friend
How curiously unique is our existence.
We fight to survive, put forth all resistance.
With daily consistence,
No God's assistance,
Yet we plead with persistence,
To he, who we believe possess all omniscience,
Yet since forever people suffer from his negligence.
Every one of us now lives,
Every one of us will die,
So enjoy life and all it gives,
Cuz one day no longer will we try.
With each passing moment,
We grow closer to our death,
There is no way to prevent,
The day we take our last breath.
One day we will all be gone,
One day we will all decay,
Our flesh will the earth feast upon,
To maggots and shrooms will we be prey.
At that point what will happen,
To our unique personalities,
A new life will we begin?
Or are there no other realities.
So protect your head.
We cannot forestall,
So we desire immortality.
We'll be dead.
And that is all.
To each their own fatality.
-Nesciently Labeled
