All In Vain

Fire fixing it’s destruction

Cancer injected with cancer as a cure

Vain struggles

The hand grasps only straw

Blade strikes only shadow


Quenching the fire

That no more damage is done

Cut the cancer out

To save the host


Bullets do not heal the sick

Tornadoes do not build homes

They do as they were meant

We do as we were meant


Perfectly flawed

The exhilaration of a vain struggle

Makes it no less vain


We came from the dirt

And so we shall leave

A bloody footprint in the mud

Final testament to our last moment


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From dust indeed we have come and to it we shall return with all the glory; the vain glory; vaingloriously


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