The world is an empty can
kept on no hand
passers by, coming
and going claim to have
I tell them look into the world and see nothing deserving thank
look, your front, filled with blood,
your back, swords
left and right, yet no reward
fighting for much in bundle
they claim, but for nothing
put thy eye on this
burning candle, tis
down thus the great coming is come
for all forms
to be in sorrow or bliss
chibuike nwokike
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