To live, or not to live; there lies my uncertainty.
Is it more noble to continue living in agony
within the everyday troubles of life
or to go against my woes
and by going against them, force them to cease. To cease living, to rest;
To no longer live, and no longer living end
the pain and the never ending sufferings
that humans are subjected to- a union
that is predestined. To cease living, to rest;
to rest, and maybe yearn. Ha! There's the irony.
Is it more noble to continue living in agony
within the everyday troubles of life
or to go against my woes
and by going against them, force them to cease. To cease living, to rest;
To no longer live, and no longer living end
the pain and the never ending sufferings
that humans are subjected to- a union
that is predestined. To cease living, to rest;
to rest, and maybe yearn. Ha! There's the irony.
If I am no longer living, what can I desire
if I am no longer on this Earth?
There's the admiration
that makes living so long a tragedy
because who would want to live through the torment
throughout the globe, the egotistic man’s discourtesy,
the pain of unreturned love, the slow process of law,
the ill-mannered law enforcement,
and the insults that the submissive suffer
instead of just easing the pain away with a simple stab?
Who would be a creature of obligation,
worn and fatigued,
if it wasn’t for the wavering thought of life after death
– an unknown world where
travelers do not return – and it makes us uncertain,
and we choose suffering,
rather than soar into the unknown?
Our intelligence makes us sissies,
And it’s why our willpower (normally strong and healthy)
seems bleak through all our over thinking.
Because of this, even our most important actions lose force.
if I am no longer on this Earth?
There's the admiration
that makes living so long a tragedy
because who would want to live through the torment
throughout the globe, the egotistic man’s discourtesy,
the pain of unreturned love, the slow process of law,
the ill-mannered law enforcement,
and the insults that the submissive suffer
instead of just easing the pain away with a simple stab?
Who would be a creature of obligation,
worn and fatigued,
if it wasn’t for the wavering thought of life after death
– an unknown world where
travelers do not return – and it makes us uncertain,
and we choose suffering,
rather than soar into the unknown?
Our intelligence makes us sissies,
And it’s why our willpower (normally strong and healthy)
seems bleak through all our over thinking.
Because of this, even our most important actions lose force.
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