You were born into this,
grown into this,
engulfed and swallowed by this.
Oppression of your being,
soul-crushing down unto you,
with the burdens and pain,
of a thousand years past,
with a thousand years' hopes
and trials and failures and retrials.
You are bred into this from conception,
moving forever forwards into their backwards.
Your lovers and your guardians the same,
marching ever slowly opposite in time.
Pushing you to the fates they never sealed,
sealing your own in the doing so.
Born into this
A constant struggle of want versus need,
of love versus hate,
life vers death.
Born into this
Becoming this that you fear
Becoming this which erases what you are,
what you once were,
what you were meant to be.
You were born for this.
You were created for this.
You are the beginning and end,
of the never ending cycle,
of those since past,
and those without future.
You were bred into this,
and you will breed more of this unlife,
and they too will be born into this.