2011/01/12

Essence - 2011/01/12

Who they are they themselves do not know
Each queerly different yet still the same
They tumble to earth as tears in the rain

I watch from afar as they evolve to expire
Always unaware of squandered precious time
They search for strength within the sublime

Their sharpened blades usually eviscerate
Any would be predator that dares to engage
They try to escape as they build the cage

I pity them when the realization hits home
For existence itself will bow to no monarch
They struggle vainly just to leave a mark

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