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Life


From The Day We Are Born,

To The Last Minute We Have Left,

The Wonders Of Life Leaves Us Scorned

Attempting To Realize With A Sensation Of Bereft.

 

It's Purpose,

Theorized By It's Products,

Is As Adequate As It's Origin...

Simply, An Obscured Mystery .

 

Even Without A Bold Fact,

It Will Not Detain The Curious Human Being.

No Matter How Complex

Or Grueling Simple,

There Will Be A Time When Life's Secrets Will Finally Be Known.

Uncovered By Natures Best...

The Unconditional Man!

 

 

 

 

 

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