In shadows deep, where thoughts do dwell, An antinatalist tale to tell, Of life's cruel dance, a somber song, A lament for existence, pondered long. "Better to Have Never Been," they cry, A whisper in the wind, a mournful sigh, In the heart of doubt, where shadows fall, A manifesto penned, a solemn call. Life's tapestry, woven in strands, But the antinatalist sees its cruel demands, A world of suffering, pain, and strife, A canvas stained with the hues of life. "Why birth a soul int...