Down, down, down, down,

We see ourselves fall time and time again

All cry in unison for help, for it is all we can muster

Crash! The uniform melody of spirits plunging 

Once betrayed, by our flesh; we are born anew

Again a voice is heard, yet it thunders above all others



Is it our own?

This life which we cherish, do we have control?

All life has purpose, drive, passion

You've been created to serve a greater purpose

Got? No. Inheret forever this universe that birthed you

There is no beauty without pain, the path is not clear

Is the light not bright enough? 

A momentary blur of thoughts and confusion

Reason enough to convince yourself of this lie?

For what life can you live if you fear death

Existence is an upward climb to enlightenment.

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