Heros

Why is it and how
That to suffer must mean pain
To help is wrong
That creation is hidden
That the strongest eye is blind
Truth is not among us
Purity is complex
But should be simple
Complexity is an illusion
But only to the fabrics of life
Senses limited to five
Restrictions on life
To live
As all grows older
The breath of the world grows weary
And is held in fear
Life has become a maze
To complex for the eye
Yet to simple for the mind
To tap upon the vast wisdom
A lost ability
Sadness and fear rule
But hope and purity remain
And always shall
Until the world's final breath
Where they will savor
What is left
And animate those who remain
With life





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