We must die.

by mariiiane

August 25, 2019

Tears steam down my face,

Call for mercy and grace.

Childish playing cost us all,

Thought of life will make us fall.

We must die.

Everything has a price,

We must die.

All of life is meaningless otherwise.

Now take up this task and full fill your wishes.

You’ve got one or two days,

Before you life switches,

OFF.

Life has no purpose.

Life has no meaning.

Which is why,

We all,

Must die.

We must die.

Everything has a price,

We must die.

All else in meaningless other wise.

Some are born to live,

But that is not our choice.

Our choice is how,

When or

Where

To die.

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baymakaAug 26, 2019

<p>While I was reading this, I was reminded of Jesus when He says whoever finds their life shall lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it. I died 5 years ago and because I died to myself, I found life and it’s good. </p>