Alas you still chastize the spiritual
Your dormant life slowing your blood
numbing your organs
Will the stoic boast at his last breath?
At his interpretation of life's test
At his insistance of his rightness
Before the soul's eternal night sets
For what reward did you sacrifice the great power to fracture
Ambition lacks and dies a tragic death as if a fad
In the heart sadly where absence of passion inspires attacks
Contentedness is a lie old lad
Passion a fact
Humility would give you more to float on
Self knowledge a lost friend
you never got your vengence against
What dream have you given yourself beyond complete emptiness?
Have you not pondered or wished something despite your
committed derision of the afterlife
A toddler taunting an ant, not aware the forest itself, mocking the toddler.
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