Death is imminent in all situations.
No matter the case, it'll come
Thus, why live on this planet
of pollution and horror?
A new terror to haunt our minds
Living insecure and lonely lives.
Corners being our only form of refuge.
Our rushing blood our only true friend.
Blood is the equivalent of death.
Death is the equivalent of blood.
Therefore, life is death.
Yet the horrors continue to grow.
New ones continue to come.
How are we to deal with this?
The right choice is impossible to make,
and inevitably, every choice is death.
Why not pass instead?
Yes, that is the choice to make.
Passing is the only way to be happy.
So making everyone pass is the right choice,
but isn't passing life like dying?
Does it make it right?
If every choice is death then the right choice is death, too.
But if the right choice is death
then why be born?