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Complying with the calling of merciless death,
see yourself buried in the bowels of the cold earth?
How unimaginable is it to process this concept
and accept it without having a convincing thought?

Our unacceptable silence is to be debated,
to be brought out of its darkness;
we should be the speakers of a truth alienated
for fear, not distancing ourselves
from the anguish which will follow after
having lived days of extravagant cheer!

I have pondered over this awful feeling:
why be born and turn into thin dust?
What's behind the substantial lesson of living?
It's the hard sustenance of a dreadful fact
being so real and yet so widely ignored
by the weak who blend into the large horde!

Can humans reforge an unchangeable fate
that was set by time, occurrence, and dwelling...
despite the warnings of prophets discouraging 
indulgence in lust which makes the sinners blate? 

Listen to that preacher younger than yourself,
holding his bible and expressing his rage
for our heedless humanity dispersing itself 
into streets of lustful pleasures that assuage!

Do you have enough dauntlessness and confidence
to discern how life will end in a dire circumstance:
dying in a tragic event as did unvirtuous Macbeth?
Will we comply with the calling of merciless death?

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