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Resource of Self-Destruction
Life itself is a prison
a bundle on our backs
Made of pain and darkness
granted, no questions asked
The shackles of existence
take everything away
but freedom to kill ourselves
And slowly cease to exist
Instinct of survival
Pretentious act of being
Annuls the thirst of freedom
and forces us to live
The power to destroy us
Used by just a few
True act of rebellion
Against the social rules
But all our instincts are opposed
We choose to live this empty process
Self-destruction, defy life boundaries
Deny the pain, existence has been redeemed
“The one who had not ever conceived his own annulment,
who had not foreseen the resource of the cord, the bullet, the poison or the sea, is a debased prisoner or a crawling worm on the cosmic carrion.“
Life itself is a prison
And some just can’t stand life
There are no valid arguments
against the act of suicide
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