Existing

In the spectrum of life

There is no end or beginning

No good nor bad

No fear or strength to measure

No lives taken or posessions lost

Nothing to count but days spent

Waiting for forever; remembering

Life as it had been.

Long before slaughter and ignorance

Before humans had thoughts

We are bred to breed

And existence is all we are given

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