Countdown To Dust
We spend our whole lives trying to stand straight
even though we know we are destined to fall
is this what keeps us living
alive and breathing
determined to delay it
it will happen to us all no matter how you deny it
nothing can be done to prevent it
around you the deathclock is ticking
countown to dust
Copyright © Ben Brennan | Year Posted 2008
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