The Filter:
Life is a cruel fiend that takes and hardly gives
I trade the means, but never lose sight of the goal
To live on the razor’s edge one cut would do the deed
Hyperfixate on the memories that keep me awake
Damn them all and wish for sleep eternal
Still it is the things that bind me that provide the filter
That harsher times gave greater purchase to those things with deeper meanings
To weed out the chaff and parse the bile from my system
That my life would only contain beautiful things
Mercy:
All things must end
It is the purview of the righteous to live well
To squeeze every second of their being and maximize its potential
That everyday lived to its fullest becomes the chore of the dutiful
Maximize happiness, spread joy and be good to everyone
These things bring envy and pain
Life’s gifts are not reciprocal
That alone with everyone you have known and cared about gone
You might slip into nothingness pain free
A mercy most do not receive
Reality:
The righteous man envies the pitiful soul
To whomever he pleases
That the pious reward need be eternal
So that the righteous man not too steal himself
And reap life’s instant rewards
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