How can you love this life
Filled with deceit and strife
As if to you nothing can go wrong
And sing your pathetic little song

Is life to you so dear?
Can’t you hear those screams of fear?
Oh every pitch is so clear
Is it death you all fear?

Oh death Is a door to other places
Worlds of great praises
And others to agony thru and thru
Worlds to us would be very new

It is to us humans that we will one day die
And stand before the door we would one day pry

 
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