cycle of life
The way a spark can create a fire burning bright so too can it be snuffed out with swift vengence
The world is a cruel mistress with no allies and no mercy
All those days you celebrate fortune you fail to recognize the coming
the coming of the end of the things you love
the sweetness of life serving to create an ever more bitter taste in the end
a bitterness so harsh one can not settle with id rather have than have not
this bitterness comes for us all
and soon we shall die
alone
cold
the way we were born
afraid
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