The antidote for toxins is an eventual poison for our being, death
There is no solution, no cure for this existence coming to the end
Other than our own satisfaction in living or acceptance of this life
We've no awareness of the greater picture, or fragility of our flesh
If life here is precious, it's common on earth and yet nowhere else
We haven't the perspective to appreciate the miracle of our design
But life endures, in the madness of human flaws, and our nature
We must overcome the need to be violent, and honor our creator
