when i had no age
when i was a light ray through the window
i was born
pulled from a prismatic prison
all thanks to a vision
they had 
of a son

now, i am here
and what is here?
save for abject misery

is it right to subject nothing to something
to pluck out stars, from the sky?
more of us are birthed everyday
and more of us see themselves buried
and the world keeps spinning
and it would if we decide to all die
or if we decide to live
the former and latter have no affect

so why are we here?
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and what comes after,
death
black