death...life...these are meaningless

death...life...

these are meaningless terms

they are nothing but a

whisper of existence

 

time is equally useless

time, life, death

intertwined in nature

but meaning nothing

 

they control our spirits

insane our brains

harm our bodies

kill us

 

life makes us worry

time makes us rush

death makes us paranoid

we try to win, but fail

 

we harm ourselves to rush it

all we do is slow it

we cant win

but cant fail

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