And so, on nights, on barren world,
Alone does all of virtue stand
For fear pervades those lost to hope
And hope is lost, to all the land
I sing of death and life, in turn
They breathe in torpid waves
For they, the weapons given flesh
In human form, decay
Compassion breeds contempt
Colossal is man’s pride
And so he does deceive himself
His dreams, to keep alive
And she who whispers melodies
To soothe the babe to sleep,
She, beholden to the hidden will,
One heart beating beneath
The darkest beast all men must face
Lies not in mere despair
For the source of pain does lie in choice
Without which, all a shallow ruse
Is life, let all rejoice in disrepair
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thanks for sharing with Surreal circus
And compassion breeds contempt when compassion is perceived to be pity, as humans are so prideful. And I wrote this as if Satan were writing it I guess. Pretty fun.