Must receive the same fate,

Utilizing different transportation,

How humorous I find it,

Lowly and strong men,

All fall under my just hand,

As per to the agreement signed,

One who breathes must decay,

But who shall meet the latter?

The old aware of me,

Sedentary and full of memory,

Surroundings meeting the fate prior to,

The boy in the the bed,

Stars plastered above him on the ceiling,

Knowing only two people,

and soon three,

The girl at the party,

Had she misused her eyes,

My partner has sown the seed,

Within her product in hand consumed,

A tragedy and fall from grace,

But more a tradegy the anguish,

Where men squander a dice roll,

Where they cover their eyes in fear,

As to when their turn will be,

And as if the contract heeds no purpose,

As if a grave overrides the feeling,

The feeling of basic existence.