If importance was the mark
the measure of a life's worth
I'll submit myself to the purge
elimination of life's scourge
judgment taints this riposte
spun by the self in response

decisions made are exiled
from the health of the mind
what came before is not enough
instead the lack is brought forth
declaring failure in the midst
of contributions gone to waste

the untidy remnants sadly wane
no longer needed by the elite
cast aside when the gods
ascribe their works from above
attempts to fly are then denied
interlopers are not allowed

to intrude without consent
in the realms of the divine
it’s the worth that states a gap
with importance as currency
now I’m the pauper in the end
declining life now bankrupt.

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