The slow, grueling climb up a steep slope,
while hope is headed in the other direction.
It seems like you're climbing
with no summit to ever be reached.
A series of fake peaks are what
keeps you climbing and sends you into
downward spirals.
You are driven by unending lies and false hope.
Trudging through Hell on Earth
to never find joy.
There is some faith in humanity in that
we keep on climbing,
to never reach the top.

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