Existing
In the spectrum of life
There is no end or beginning
No good nor bad
No fear or strength to measure
No lives taken or posessions lost
Nothing to count but days spent
Waiting for forever; remembering
Life as it had been.
Long before slaughter and ignorance
Before humans had thoughts
We are bred to breed
And existence is all we are given
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