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 into this harsh embrace, A realm of struggle, a relentless chase? To taste the bitter fruits of despair, Is it not kinder to show them not this snare?"

The antinatalist weaves a web of thought, In the corners of existence, where it is fraught, With questions profound, like echoes in the night, A plea for compassion, for a different light.

"Is nonexistence not a kinder fate, Than the burdens of life, its uncertain weight? To spare a being the journey's toll, In the vast emptiness, to keep them whole."

Yet, in the quiet spaces, where shadows wane, A counterpoint rises, a dissenting strain, For life, in its chaos, holds moments bright, Of love, of joy, in the fleeting light.

A paradox unfolds, as perspectives clash, In the antinatalist's lament, and life's vibrant splash, A dance of ideas, in the cosmic expanse, A debate that echoes, a nuanced trance.

"Better to Have Never Been," they muse, In the antinatalist's perspective, views diffuse, Yet life persists, in its intricate design, A tapestry woven, with threads that intertwine.

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 into this harsh embrace, A realm of struggle, a relentless chase? To taste the bitter fruits of despair, Is it not kinder to show them not this snare?"

The antinatalist weaves a web of thought, In the corners of existence, where it is fraught, With questions profound, like echoes in the night, A plea for compassion, for a different light.

"Is nonexistence not a kinder fate, Than the burdens of life, its uncertain weight? To spare a being the journey's toll, In the vast emptiness, to keep them whole."

Yet, in the quiet spaces, where shadows wane, A counterpoint rises, a dissenting strain, For life, in its chaos, holds moments bright, Of love, of joy, in the fleeting light.

A paradox unfolds, as perspectives clash, In the antinatalist's lament, and life's vibrant splash, A dance of ideas, in the cosmic expanse, A debate that echoes, a nuanced trance.

"Better to Have Never Been," they muse, In the antinatalist's perspective, views diffuse, Yet life persists, in its intricate design, A tapestry woven, with threads that intertwine.