I could exclaim
the joys of life
or, condemn you all,
the source of strife.
If I have a soul,
I've walked this plain before,
known by many a name;
ever the speaker for reason,
earning death for that treason.
Maybe, we defy human nature,
with every effort to be better.
Then, maybe we live in err,
defining self as our struggle.
Thus confused, thus clinging,
thus fearfully believing.
Tho ultimately self-contained,
still seeking and contriving
self-righteous, self-made conflict
in hope of attaining,
just reward, certain grace,
unique to us and ours
but denied our race.
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