I am Life
See there is love and there is hate.
Many people base me off of hope others off of faith.
But why do mankind live this way no one can say, Living in an ever-lasting cycle of 365 days.
People hate me and damn me to hell.
People love me and swear they know me "oh so well"
I am that irreplaceable gift that a convoluted mind takes away.
I am that irreplaceable gift that you beg to stay.
I am the irreplaceable gift that man takes for granted.
I am life.
I am that irreplaceable gift you try to harm 'cause you're not doing so well.
I am that irreplaceable gift people try to put a price on as if I am for sell.
Despite the gruesome and morose things people take advantage of me for.
I am that gift that a happy mother recieves and carries for 9 months.
I am life.
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