The Secret of Life

The world is a mean and broken place,
Rife with pain and suffering;
Under the black and badness, though,
Something still shines through;
The light of beauty and peace is found,
In the dawning of every day;
Nothing can ever truly conceal,
How wonderfully the world was made;
Impossibly complex, an infinite cosmos,
Made for a definite purpose.

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