Each journey takes us to the same dark end
from which the sole escapes are dig or fly.
But the ground’s hard, and there’s a lot of sky;
easy to hide, but no one can depend
on its security. So we defend,
hoping that freedom nots another lie
that leads each of us simply to die
before we can learn to restore and mend.
Hell is a sort of large secondhand shop
where each customer will die by gunshot
just as they find the object of their lust.
And die repeatedly as their last lot,
as every human crumbles into dust.
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