It seems devoid of hope, but is it?
When I run, it gives chase. When I stand, it eats me alive.
What is left? I choose not to die.
I choose to use stubbornness as a weapon of resistance.I refuse to die. It will try to seize anything.
Material possession is not fulfilling,
so pain and suffering become a meal to the human parasite.
Life does not take,
life gives as death awaits the last exhalation of energy.
Each of us a finite universe, racing towards entropy.
© Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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