When it’s born it begins to die,
Everything on earth and beyond the sky,
From endless deserts dry, to bottomless oceans devoid of light,
We’re only here for a moment of time,
A blink of an eye in the grand design,
We’re burnt out candles waiting to shine but,
There’s too many people living life with no spine,
Simulacrum’s walking around just dead ringers,
Polaroids developed without any pictures,
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