Why?
Who knows.
God, maybe.
Noone else does.
We will never know.
Though we all may wonder,
none of us can understand
why we fight so hard to conquer
the things we hate inside our psyches,
that inner ape that some would call a soul.
What's the point of fighting that old beast,
when in the end we die the same?
The answer is the question.
The only beast is fear
of a pointless death
This fear blinds us
to our souls
where love
wins.
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