We live in a cycle of life and death.

We emerge to take our first breath,

We then lose hopes to reach up high,

Just in time to wither and die.

We like to think that we progress,

Fighting for what we think is best,

War goes on and people die,

In hopelessness we raise our cry.

To delude ourselves and cover our eyes,

Thinking that we can truly rise,

From the truth of our barbaric past,

With the attitudes that we've yet to cast.

It is still the game of who's the best,

With false sincerity in our chest,

In reality, we can never rise,

If we progress, wouldn't that be a surprise?

It is conflict it is war,

That is the truth of society's core,

We never learn, always forget

Then, we carry the burden of regret.

World war three will inevitably come,

And once again we will march to the beat of the drum,

We will bomb ourselves to prehistory,

Or should I say, re-history.

We will live and we will die,

We will fight and once again cry,

Repeating this cycle once more through,

Chasing an illusion we foolishly pursue.

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Pessimism 101