Unattainable Existence

Unknown entities we grace with such fidelity.

A wild gambit for a semblance of identity.

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Some desperately pray to their god of love,

Placing some lower and others above.

Their lord is biased, second to none.

To love another, all others you shun.

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Others lust for the spirit of riches.

Their loyalty so easily switches.

So grand are the visions of their own self,

They’d let a man starve for a new bookshelf.

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For liberty, many earnestly search.

Desperately they try to build their own church.

Loudly they wail, and each attempt they fail,

Blindly building patrons beyond the veil.

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For the rest, happiness is their pursuit.

How they succeed is still up for dispute.

How can such glory be so achievable?

Such a strange concept has been misconceived.

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Rampantly we chase unattainable existence,

Desperately ignoring the one that waits for our end.

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