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Rest

You were born, so that your mother could suffer.
Water exist, so that we can one day drown.
The ground is there, so that one day we can be buried.
Others exist, so that they can be hell.
 
Love is there, so that we can live with broken hearts.
Your job exist because your potential must be mocked.
You eat, breath, and survive to prolong the pain.
 
Games are played, so that we can lose.
Money is here, so that it can be squandered.
Buildings are built, so one day they can collapse.
Life exist, so the gods can torture.
Death exist, so that we can finally rest.

By Robert K. Page 2016

#Death #Gloom #Rest

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