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Our existence.
Why are we here?
How were we so carefully placed here upon this earth?
Why is it that we were placed on this world, when, for years, we learn to accommodate to the harsh realities of life...
When, for years, we search for our soul-mates...
For years, we search endlessly for our purpose....
We are born into a world full of malevolence, hatred, lust, violence, depression, and darkness.
Everything is turned inside out, and tossed into a dark swirling mass of chaos.
We're a disgusting race of flesh.
Behold the beauty from afar...our marble of green and blue...
We have forsaken it. Our filth has stained the earth we tread, and we truly have disgraced the purity.
But why in Hell have we been placed here?
Our existence is futile and meaningless.
They say we've been placed here for a reason...
But no one can give us the true meaning behind our entities.
We are here to inhabit our world and to replicate our own flesh and blood...
But why?
Living leads to our demise.
Eventually it all ends in death.
October 16,2008
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Title:
Existence
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Artist:
Wicked Damnation
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Description:
Something I put together out of contemplation and being extremely cynical one day...
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Date:
10/06/2009
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Tags:
existence
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