In this life,
There is a reverence,
That is this,
So called existence,
What mere men,
No more than an image,
Drastic measures,
For this damage,
To what were where,
And who we are,
This plasticity,
Is our greatest scar?
Names and labels,
Life styles and reputations,
Falls forever in this age,
Passing on to this generation,
Who is plastic?
Who is real?
Who has no heart?
Who can feel?
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