A Paradox Poem by deblem mckenzie

A privilege or a curse which of the two is better or which is worst?
Is it a curse to live but a privilege to die? A privilege to laugh but a curse to cry? A curse to love but a privilege to hate? A privilege to hate but a curse to be loved?
Is privilege an expression of malignant taste or is it confined to our humanic fate? Is curse derived from a maternal or paternal heredity or just a grand result of serendipity? can it be experimented on or properly reductionized to give us an authentic meaning or is it subjected to abstract thinking? can the process of dialysis diametrically dethrone this king or can human dexterity crucify the passion it brings? The idea seems diaphanous though the existing situation is magnanimous, for what machine can remove this detrimental commodity which is inextricably linked in the very fabric of reality, such contingent truth arouse my curiosity for the vast spectrum of ideas seem submissive and inferior to this ideology. Cogently then it must be asked is it a curse to be poor but a privilege to called the upper class? Cognitively I now see that it is a curse to merely live but a privilege to be, how can I be satisfied by a life of sin with all the evil I've seen and the pain it brings. As I close this talk I leave you with a sapient thought, don't sorrow in your failures that have past, don't cry for sunshine while the lessons of the rain drops or not yet through, don't boast in triumph when your greatest challenge has not yet come, but rather glory in the formidable formulated foist of reality for such is the lesson my life has taught and I through grace and experience have learned TO view curse as a privilege in light of gods thought.