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In choas, ideas birthed
Whispers birthed mankind's profound transformation,
Yet comprehension has yet reached their ears
eludes to the confusion of those who seek retribution, resurrection.
Engines of change, fueled by hatred,
Sins, a scapegoat cloaked in our own transgressions.
Love we preach, though balance and justice I wonder,
I am misunderstood,
the centerpiece of hate and love,
A cycle: Hurt, then heal, then hurt once more.
In exaggerating our commonalities, we echo and imitate,
we grow intimate
Yet in disalignment, we invite our own demise,
Can you fathom the essence of your own existence
Speak, and answer me this
Death—its mysteries beyond mortal grasp,
But to live, therein lies your purpose profound.