Oskar

The Balance of Existence

Life is humorous, but the joke is on mankind.






A system corrupt begs to stigmatize,
Life,
structure sublime,
collapses upon its own lies;

A chronic routine of condemnation,
Neutrality,
blood showers,
raining down desecration;

A soul seeks to forgive,
Death,
rings forth,
it will never let live.

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