ASCENSION
why is it me?
why am i the chosen child of misfortune?
why has it been bestowed upon my shoulders to carry the burdens of the world?
why is it my back to be broken, my hands to be toiled, my soul to be soured?
why do i dislike this world so much?
because it is i who's back is broken by daggars
because it is i who's hands are toiled, tarnished with unforgiving acts
because it is i who's soul has been soured by compromise, by mistrust, by petty grievances
this is why i dislike this world so much!
why must i conform?
why must i fit in?
why must i make peace with my enemy?
why must my head and my heart be poisoned with incurable hatred?
because i am atlas
because i am sisyphus
because i carry on my back the parasitic virtues of humanity
because i carry these things up infinite, untrodden slag
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