How cruel it is to be
The one creature that can see
How the specter of death looms
And know the vastness of the void

A mind envisions
A rainbow bridge
Or pearly gates
Yet sees only doubt


A being built solely
To fight suffer and die
Sees majesty in mountains
And tranquility in sea

What meaning can there be
In chaos and chance
Insignificant in every way
As fleeting as the love of an apathetic god

Once again it is dust
Once again meaning is meaningless
Look again for salvation
In nihilism and brutal introspection

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