Walk through the shattered remains,
Stop to gaze upon the scarred landscape,
Sing the sorrowful song of remembrance,
Feel the ever-present pain of the world.
Open the tear-filled eyes of despair,
Gaze upon something far more mournful then yourself,
Recognize the ever-lasting loss of life,
A loss which the world ever-mourns.
In this life of success and downfall,
We often overlook the more valuable,
The gift given to all and treasured by few,
And that is the eternal pain of the world.
We are the stem of the sorrow,
The conscious embodiment of eternal suffering,
The vain beings who believe in our overwhelming worth,
And those who systematically destroy the world.
Yet the world does not strike back with vengeance,
The world does not cast down the strength of the eternal,
It weeps for the misunderstood beings called mankind,
Perhaps though, mankind should weep for the world.
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