inanimate objects
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We always wondered how it'd happen--
How we would die.
Always thought it'd be epic;
Always predicted a good why.
We imagined maybe an explosion,
Or with a soft cry.
Maybe a slow decay,
In life we are given many tokens of worldly greatness,Staring us in the eyes through a mist,A dark fog with nowhere to see anything in front of us,Except for those objects that are inanimate.
You don't really know me,
But I've seen you play.
Many kings have laid down their hand for you.
I can see why,
Because I've gotten a little wrapped up in you too.
My thoughts get tangled when it's your turn.
