this whole existence
one giant suggestion box
from each life, each death
an input of varying perceptions
an interjection of choices
an often gaggle of arguing voices
for each one knows the better route
the ignorant with hate for the unknown
the intellect with hate of not knowing
give us our rest in death
even there will we hear worms scream
and those scratching at their coffin lids
who have a better idea for their last breath
for bless that hindsight in all its lessons
the know-it-all in unblemished glory
the elusion of life
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