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Can you hear me, O Lord?
Out of clay you made me
Cursed to endure this agony
Of burning mind
And vile lusts
These base desires
Trap us in these mindless games
Played for favors
And imaginary advantages
Over our equally lost brethren

O god
Why did you
Damn us
To wander
This Earth
Cursed
With the wish
To find meaning
in a world
devoid of one
To be
found

Humanity a meaningless spurt of consciousness
Marring a once perfect void of space
A short, dull buzz
A Brief flicker
And the universe moves on

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