Why
Why?
Why do people hurt?
Why do people settle?
When the very world
Is at their finger tips,
They choose to stay at home.
Why?
Why are people desperate?
When the love of a God is an option
They allign with mortals and demons.
Why?
Why do people work so hard?
When life is free
They walk as the dead.
Gifts.
We are a people obsessed with gifts.
But we ignore the greatest of gifts.
The gift of life itself.
Why?
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