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This is a poem about the fraility of human kind. |
| Far from shelter A companion of peril I lift my eyes to God Search the heavens. My path strewn With barbwire Unable to view the beauty For the desolation. Eternity smiles down Upon our lost state Finds amusement In our wretchedness. Wide-eyed nonetheless Beings of understanding Would concede, Yea recognize. But not us, Not the humans We must ignore the warnings And trudge onward. |