Beloved Throne at a graveyard

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Death is an eternal truth
As ugly as it maybe for someone
As rueful it may be
As painful it maybe for someone
As freeing it shall be
For there's no benefits without the disadvantage
And no trust without the scope of advantage
You spend your life building towers
Decorating your walls with your achievements
But will they all go when you go deeper down the pavement?
But where will you go when it's due time for your deed's payment?
You spend your life deceiving innocent people
Ruining the innocence of pure hearts
But where will you go when there's no  one connected to your heart?
You may think,you have won
This life is it
But when the darkness of the grave gets you
You'll know how deep is 6 feets.
You have spend your life salvaging people
Building an empire with dead bodies and bones
Building a career over stepping people as bricks
But when the heart monitor no more beeps
When there's no tears shedding for you
There's no one who you could seek
Enjoy your eternity in skin and flesh turned to skull and bones
Enjoy your eternity on your
Beloved thrones made out of bones
An eternity of darkness is about to start at a barely visited yard
You'll be sitting there lonely
Regretful and sad,your heart no longer beats
Your stare ahead longingly at the abandoned yard
You sit there lonely
On your beloved Throne at a graveyard.
-Mithila

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