The Human Scourge
I love poems, and I was just laying here thinking of one. Kinda went with it, and it felt themey. Well, it’s a bit sing-songy (I can’t exactly get a few parts right, but its not too horrid. If you have any suggestions to improve the rhythm, I welcome them 
.) A few parts seem out of place to me as well, eh, I’m sleepy.
There is nothing but pain;
in this life we feign.
All our hopes and dreams;
lost in truth it seems.
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