Vessel

When you put it like that
no wonder they call you
a pessimist, when you say
that we were born to decay
just a vessel to age
I see why. Do you not see
the strength in numbers
the knowledge in years
don’t you want the power
to see why you’re here?
I don’t know what part you play
but I’m ready to. Ready to
face you in all your rage.

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