Are you beast, animalia, or homosapien?
A being descended from the Lord, or mere creation suspended in turmoil known as sin?
Live, you dear being.
Live, for there is no other choice.
You are, and so you shall be, a living paradox of a grandeur design hidden from the designed.
Breathe, for you no other choice.
Die, for you have no other choice.
Parish, for you are the joke of the divine.