Our Onus

Show me one wounded soul,
I'll show you yet another.
A morbid contested goal,
To try and out suffer your brother.

Everyone must feel that pain,
And in that pain be born. 
And suffer that black drain,
As time's weight must be borne.

I cannot abide by anyone,
who sets their sins on high.
For when all is said and done,
We all must at some point die.

Each onus never fails,
To bear us to our spot.
Against the heavens he rails,
Against his own chosen lot.

We choose what burden we must bear,
As we choose what we will do.
So it cant be very fair,
To lessen what others must go through.