Spiked Crib...

As Enthralling Years Blind Us Into Oblivion,
We Overlook The Reason Of Life.
A Screeching Fact Erupts In Our Minds
And We Have No Turning Back From The Strife.
The Darkened Objective Of A Mortals Birth
Lies In His Deeds That Follow Him To The Grave,
The Consequence Of Which
Chooses Our Master To Be Enslaved.
Philosophies Are Drowned
When The Body Leaves The Soul
And The Account Of Life Engulfs The Whole.
The Judgment Is Passed
And The Deceased Are Unmasked,
With Ever-Hungry Lust For Eternity,
They Have Shielded Their Pasts.
Mourning The Day We Are Conceived,
And The Treacherous Manger In Which We Are Dipped.
To Survive A Life, A Test, A Slaughter
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