Oh death,
Dear death,
It is a sad truth for you,
You've forgotten your own cue,
You are why we die,
And so you must befall the irony,
I will now cast a die,
To see if you death is timely.
Oh life,
Ignorant life,
Whilst I'm here you are lethal,
For your doings are all evil,
For whilst I take on breath,
Your creations will suffer,
They plead for their death,
That fact you seem to buffer.
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The Eternal Dispute
PoetryWhen life and death take on form, at last they meet. These are the woven banters of life and death. Come, take a seat, and gaze into The Eternal Dispute...
