All life ends in death
It's a great cosmic process
If life is wrong then death must be right
But all humanity sides with life, so we live
Life is filled with evil and some good
Death knows no evil nor perhaps good
Death is a measure of peace,
A measure of a little love and recollections.
Are memories the last torture device of death
Eventually, even memories become memories
Everything fades into nothingness
And the cycle starts anew
Without a memory, without any good
Just a life with a measure of suffering, pain, and some love
The dead have no recollection of life
The living own neither a past nor the future
No matter how great a life you lead,
You must return to nature that which was given to you at birth, life
Life is just a broken train searching for a place to crash
We think a corpse is evidence of life
But how do we know we live
Think of how many people who never got the chance
To say goodbye
To love
To live
Think of accidents
Think of Pompei
Think of 9/11
Think of world wars
Think of your ancestors
Time is never enough because all time is enough
Do your part and let go
As the end draws near, we ascertain the truth as a cosmic chaos of existence. There's a slight instance of realization that we never really mattered anyway. The great exchange has only begun
Our times' but a blink in this universe
Consider times past and times to come
Each soul is a leaf in the wind, no ranks, no claims
At last, stay present, be present.
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