I’m wed to this race- From dirt or divinity- This flesh rose from the muck- Upright, and intelligent- Born to die- What lies in each grave- We all soon will become- Forced to recognize- My own vulnerability- No curse or violence- Would justify my stalemate- With what I am, and what I can be- Or what I have become- Beggar, cheater, liar- Fornicator- In love and hate- Reasons come and go- Ashes to ashes dust to dust- All men are born guilty- Until proven innocent- And all men battle- Politics in life- Or embrace its fruits- Without consulting their conscience- Flesh yes, intelligent no- Wars have been fought- Tortures of being human- An animal or creation of god- Perfection is always in the making- But ultimately fails to be seen- Casted away as idealistic and not realistic- Have we traveled so far- To be let down- No Hollywood ending here- From day one we suffer and live- What cosmic decision has been made for us- Was here and always will be here- This human race- We are bound too- Has no meaning, has no truth- But we exist to finally exit- Into the same place we came from- The womb of the universe- Or to the care- Of morticians-Birth sign: Libra
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