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Why above all does our fear of death prevail
Perhaps we’ve been tricked
For why fear the end of the good when what comes with is it the end of the horrid
Our most dangerous enemy is perhaps the least feared of all
however we are so blinded that we search for what oppresses and manipulates is via our own free will
This oppresser and manipulater is love
Death brings the horrid but only by cause of love
Our beloved would not shed but a tear if it weren’t for the crippling claws of a deadly force we blindly named
Love
Why would we
We protest the government hand on our shoulder yet we crave the imprisonment of our happiness and affection and devotion from another lonely soul
I don’t believe humans were built for love
Nor do I think they can handle it
How could we
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