Meaninglessness
Death and life
Toils and Strife
Life isn't handed on a silver platter
What does it all matter?
People are born just to die
It just doesn't seem right
It doesn't seem to have any meaning
Life is just this, a long convening
But there is meaning in this meaninglessness
All these transgressions eventually lead to success
People leave life so others can grow stronger
So that we can learn to conquer
We learn to conquer our biggest fears
We learn to terminate our deepest despairs
We overcome our trials and tribulations
We learn to live through these complications
We conquer, terminate, overcome, suffer
All for what? To be tougher?
No, to fulfill a plan that's bigger than just us
And in this unknown, seemingly senseless conquest we must entrust
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