What's the good in living,
If you're only going to die?
And where's the good in giving,
For Me, Myself, or I?
If everything all ends in death,
I'll serve but base desires.
Until I draw My final breath,
And this frail form expires.
Save My children? What, this again?
Why, what's in it for Me?
By the time My joy becomes their pain,
Sweet death will have set Me free!
Author notes
A poem about how a search for wisdom can lead to heartless greed and eventual death-worship. In other words: more emo crap.
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