These Carnal woes do not desist
but plague my fecund mortal mind
and yet I know eternity
between the two I'm blind.
and though I walk the valley of life
I do not see the living
those I see poorly exist
with such smiles unforgiving.
wouldn't a tale of times gone by
abate their paltry claim to suffer
No.
For man so loves his petty pains
sincerity: he'd never entreat.
yet still I lay aghast at them:
these ants who move their grains of sand,
their personal devils sitting at close demand
while holding these souls in the palm of their hands
as they devour such helpings at the table of fear.
What peculiar creatures I live among
but I do not bellittle their plight
rather I pity them for their nothings
for it breaks my heart: those suffering
simply because they can not believe.
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