As I was being laid to rest
With my arrogance abreast,
I asked the providence if I was already dead
“You were never born”, it said.
So, all life was but a condescending tease,
And the gods, still laugh on me with ill ease.
It was a drama where bliss and malady took turns
With a doleful gut, only my dog, now mourns,
The end of my hollow existence,
Hark!
‘Be the happiness or an extraordinary menace’.
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