Waiting aimlessly around,
This wretched negativity.
Idle beings here abound,
Through the course of history.

Stoic as one does await,
Skepticism will detonate.
Absurdity served on a plate,
All things bad, perpetuate.

Now tranquil and calm,
One forces to believe.
The nadir to embalm,
Is a crank form of relief.

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