Humanity
It is passion for life that leads us to desperate actions.
It is rage that ignites our deprived minds.
It is lust that wields greed.
It is hatred who mentors war.
It is love who sacrifices willingly without regret.
It is death who welcomes everyone.
It is I who feel.
It is I…a human.
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