Mortality


In a way she’s a blessing and a curse
When she’s here it’s heaven then she leaves you to hurt
She finds you in the wilderness lonely and lost
Then leaves you in the city reeling from the loss

Nothing stands the test of time, I doubt even time could
His hands get weary as death picks at his bones

I imagine sir death and father time staring each other down till the very end
Waiting for a blink in the nothingness of existence
A tale without a prophecy, a match without a referee
It’s just my opinion but infinity is but a fallacy

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