against these bonds it is not hard to chafe
not knowing what or who will keep us safe
nor where each danger lies there's the true rub
a deadly serpent hiding under shrub
or bolt of lightning out of cloudy sky
truth hurts enough we cling to comfy lie
in hope that when the pain we feel abates
there won't be monsters howling at our gates
no certainty was given us at birth
today we've plenty and tomorrow dearth
those are our choices all the while we scorn
the hard decisions made by those who torn
between the injuries of times long past
and those of futures into which we cast
not only hope but all the goods of chance
have chosen wrongly now we take the pain
not out of reason but since you abstain
from complete judgment there's no better path
between the harvest and the aftermath
out of the vision that which we desire
is not the only evil to acquire
darkness is all the best path to forget
we are in chains because we lost the bet
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