The dead, although sans a beating heart. Still breathe. The living, although holding a twinkle in their eyes, still sin.
The cursed, although bellowing in rage. Still struggle. The blessed, although caressing the future, lament the past.
The end will come to all, for it isn't inevitable. It's part of the cycle.
Final act: ̵͉͍̮̯̜̣̲̜̹̱̻̹̘̲̯͍͕̺̳͊͋̉́͑̎̄̈̔̌͌͗͝͝͝ͅ ̵̫͎͙͚͕͖͔̗̜͖̻͚͇̹̃̈́́͋̿̇͐͆́̂̑̔̎̿̀̇̕͜ ̸̰̙͓́͒͒͑͊̅͌͑̽ ̷̡͔̺̖̹̘̿̍̚ ̵̪̉͌̃́̓̓͒̾͑̈̏̔͠ ̷̧̥̫̩̟̣͔̻̫̳̲̟͖̪̦̝̮͍͖̂̀̈́́͗̈́͑͛̾̄͗̀͐̏̈́͘̕ͅ ̶̨̧̨̢̧̛̛̳͍̜̲͇̣̫̫͇̪̮̖͍̑̍́̋̆̇͒͛͐͘̚̕̕͝ ̴̺͍̲͕̭̳͔͔̺̖̠̪̰͛̔̈̈́͜ͅ ̶̧̨̩̫̝͇̮̩̘̹͍̠̜̞͇͈̗̟̅͋̌͘ ̵̛̱͙̂͊͂̊̓̐͂̓̍̓̉̔̐̀̕̚͠͝͝