PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS SHIT TO ME

We are bestowed
with sentience
and consciousness,
but a Scrooge
named death
is going to rob us
and our loved ones
of these precious gifts.
And our destiny?
We will be cast
into the abyss
of eternal anonymity,
to be forgotten
by the forgotten.
I can only draw
one conclusion:
Existence is absurd.
Is it any wonder,
like Trump and Vance,
we aren't all crazy?

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