A Wind That Slaps Sense.

Struggling over every step panting on every move.
Waking over every slap that the wind of life knocks sense into.
How hard is it to live in this life that we didn’t choose.
Driven by grief and obliged by love.
Living on superstitions about heaven above.
Yet treading steadily with these humble nimble feet,
Killing and fighting for every single need;
Some  use swords will some use pens
Some use words that hell had descent.
People say we gotta climb ladder of success
Well we trample over dead souls that fail to prove their worthiness.
Nature is cruel,nature’s evil
Struggle for everything or else someother will.

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