whether 'tis nobler and all that....?
there is no choice at all....only the illusion
if he is cut, he'll surely bleed
if he bleeds out, he'll surely die
if he cringes and huddles in fear, he'll surely waste away
if he wastes away, he'll surely die
what then is his purpose in struggling forward on,
or standing head held high before his fate ?
he must lay his heart and soul upon the sacred altar
and risk those god-forsaken slings and arrows
if he is struck and wounded, he'll surely howl in pain
while the ancient beast within him lashes out in fierce reply
he is but fatally human within his mortal confines,
a hungry feral creature married to his place in time
more to come....
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