We are like flies
Subject to the same law of life and death
Needing food to live
And all the consequent, attendant struggles
Except worse,
We vainglory our wealth,
Our power and positions in life
We even vainglory our gods,
Whom none has seen, nor acquainted in truth
Fighting and killing each other, in their names
Deceiving no one, and mocking the divine
For an afterlife so-called promised,
That none can vouch, nor has experienced
But loudly gainsay,
On pain of death
Creating strife, hatred and mischief
Caring none for peace,
But claiming its preeminence
To no avail
Eventually all die, just like flies do
(However highly or lowly one's position in life)
One, in vain
The other simply
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