SUFFERANCE Instead of giving life and service to family, market and state, dominant brains recoil from death, enriching to build immortal towers where all in shadow need self-defense, each looted ego inspired to hate when playing their games to excess, spawn millions to flood and devour -- though higher minds beg us to sense a realm of love in our personal fate, but trusting or cynical to curse or bless the absolute loss of physical power, if weary to death of wretched events, spiritual time commands to wait.

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