In a perfect world,
  There is no sadness
  
  In a perfect world,
  There is no pain
  
  In a perfect world,
  We all live forever
  
  And there is never any
  Rain.
  
  But this is not
  A perfect world
  
  We experience the
  Depths of sorrow
  
  Until we can feel
  Our soul screaming
  In pain
  
  From the darkness
  Comes the light
  Of inspiration
  
  As we paint
  With the pigments
  Of the human condition
  
  Every imaginable
  Emotion a different
  Hue --
  
  Every imaginable
  Mood a different
  Color.
  
  The picture is
  Almost complete
  When we stand
  Overlooking Death's
  Doorstep...
  
  A final stroke,
  And the mystery
  Is revealed.
  
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