glorifying life's ending? and your poetry
is the answer I wish they could all comprehend
to see how futile it is, to waste life
assuming nothingness is better, when every road we turn
and each step, we climb
shows us greener fields, further from reach and a lilting path
to a sheer drop, to something even more horrific
than our laments, keeping us awake all night...!
'how to reach out and help, anyone
when life is devalued, with each propaganda: warped breath
and, our very own safety cocoon society
convinces us, is all: that's left of future's: hope...?'-L. B. Mek
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