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tRc
Bibble
Ooze
yea, and slimy things did crawl, with legs,
upon a slimy sea
From slime is whence we all were born -
to mud will we return.
Its one fate that we cant escape -
one bridge we cannot burn.
The only thing that keeps us sane
is hope we can ascend.
It promises an end to pain -
but still, its just pretend.
It gives existance meaning clear
and justifies our laws.
Ironic that this fallacy
directs our every cause.
Be angels, apes, or common clay -
our end you cannot choose.
Our paradise is that of worms -
return to primal ooze.