In the time of now we all think to be ourselves then like all the ones before for sure a thought awakens new dreams of hope nope or not like a rope dangling off the limb of an old oak fate finds fear in the heart like rot or a fungus can start if weakness prevails.What are the rules? Do I have to play? Do I want to play?
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Death is just a part of life.
We try to stay outside of strife.
Crying some but laughing more,
we live our lives trying to score.
For you to live, I must die.
We sit around and wonder why.
We feel so sure our death will come,
when it does, life will have just begun.
Life means death and death means life,
see these things and tell your wife.
We need not worry, for what's to come,
we were here before our lives had begun.
When you die you'll know for sure,
this thing called life, has no cure.
I need no box for my grave,
my body can rot, my life is saved,
by the knowledge of our deaths.
I know that we will need no breaths.
Death is a game, to no avail,
but without it, our lives would fail.
It makes us wonder what we are.
So frail a creature, easy to scarr.
If not in skin, then in heart,
the scarrs remain as life departs.
Our beings evolve, from the grave,
to the stars, not a cave.
Eternity is ours to do with as we please,
Life and death being no more than a sneeze.
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