Alone We enter life,We die of strife.Our material gains,Are all our immortal pains.They tell us of our distractions.Sometimes we lose ourselves in our lust,Of the most common form dust.During our struggle with mind and matter,We need our senses too gather.With death there is hurt and compassion,There is but one action.To attain heavenly gains,Or dare party with those hellish flames.Lonely is the life, which leads to eternal life!