*Bored and procrastinating, decided to post this lol*
Life:
- "Death, why do you not relent; can you not ease up?
- Can you not hear the suffering of my children?
- Must you force them to drink the poison of your cup?
- Has time corrupted you and made your heart barren?
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- Every day I must endure their unending cries,
- Every hour I must witness them depart by their own hand,
- Every minute has become a horror beneath these skies,
- Every second the answer to "why" is what they demand.
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- 'Why are we born into this world of war and hate?
- Why must we be put through constant trials until there's nothing left?
- Is life really a worthy gift to celebrate,
- Or is it just an unfortunate product of neglect? '
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- Your sons, Avarice, Disease, and Wrath have torn through my lands,
- They have all been given far too much reign,
- My children have been made too weak to stand;
- Death, can you not see my pain?"
Death:
- "I have been in this place long before you were a thought,
- I have seen the marvels of this universe all turn to dust,
- I have grown impatient with you, Life, leaving these poor souls lost,
- To prevent their destruction, intervene I must.
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- You sit there, watching, underneat your mask of beauty,
- You feed them lies, thick and sweet like honey,
- They've been born and raised underneath a phallacy,
- And yet you expect their lives to be always sunny.
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- I am the one who tends to them night and day,
- I am the one who comforts them in their final hours,
- I am the one who will be there when they fall into dismay,
- I am their guardian angel when all hope is devoured.
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- Every day I must come up with some new invention,
- Every hour my sons crack beneath the strain,
- Every minute an object is given a new intention,
- Every second is torture because you're so vain."
Life:
- "Death, your simplification is far too cruel,
- You have again found a way to grieve my heart,
- You make me seem to be an ucaring fool,
- While I just help my children who stumble in the dark.
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- With me they are filled with utmost joy,
- But, without me, they'd know only your strife,
- So, is it so bad, the lies that I employ,
- Or rather, should they embrace a truth as cold as ice?"
Death:
- "Can you not see the destruction you've made them cause?
- Can you not see what they've done with your grain of hope?
- Every day they destroy each other without a moments pause,
- They're falling fast on a steep downward slope.
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- You've made them the bane of their own existence,
- Their factories corrupt the air and seas,
- They're choking on their very own pestilence,
- All for objects you make them think they need.
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- Their medicines have only made matters worse,
- All their 'cures' produce a more violent strain,
- And while the sick are heading to my hearse,
- The rest are screaming from the pain.
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- The things they eat might as well be rotten,
- It's been pumped with chemicals to hide decay,
- They all see in disbelief at how bad it's gotten,
- Yet they gorge themselves on it anyway."
Life:
- "It's been clear that we are too different,
- Though I wish, somehow, it would change,
- That you would become less of a deterrent,
- And that our children would become a little less insane."
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