Origins

Life's ending is often tragic,
Embrace your soul; we can't be insured with magic.
Giving up our power is a horrendous habit.
I must conquer for acting is a gambit.
Believe me,
Life's ending is all too tragic.
Where we discover the origins of our most curious habits.
Where the music of colour gives in to blackness.
And emancipation is replaced with despair and madness.
I see you and cannot mask my gladness.
Our origins will always remain valid.
When we see our mothers tired and sullied.
Don't fret; experiences are actually varied.
It's not like back when they were just married.
Life demands patience and death is all too hurried.
Our origins are often linked,
From what we escaped to how we meet.
From how she cared to how we greet.

Ask anyone in the big city; nothing is priceless except deceit,
Like life is an absurd transaction and death the receipt.
In a world of appearances, genius is necessarily conscious conceit.
The wicked will only do good for profit.
Believe me,
Life is never a profit.
Only eternity will save us from this impasse.
Where every excess sinks us deeper into our pit.
Where bloom rots and adolescence is dulled by zits.
Where the teacher very naturally takes advantage of naive wit.
Where the least annoying expletive is 'shit'.
Where no one will willingly forfeit and let you sit.
Some of humanity thrive like obnoxious weeds.
That must infuse destruction into every seed.
They pray for death and scoff at peace.
Where the punishment is far worse than the crime.
Where an unseen 'Belly of the Beast' will sacrifice everything to time.
God provides everything and God is time.
Literally.
Where the beggar's livelihood depends on a dime.
Literally.
Our origins will keep us as pure as we wish to be.
Eventually.
Our origins will takes us back home where everything loses meaning.
Eventually.
We will become what we hate the most.
Eventually.
For every resentment points to the origins of our greatest weaknesses.
Origins are answers that question all our 'answers'.

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