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EXPIRATION :
Existence of certainties and uncertainties, 
Governed by disclosed and undisclosed warrantees,
The story is actually a mystery. 
Promises become unfulfilled, 
And the expectants turn to wail. 
If we choose to talk about that,
Nothing would be considered by heart.
It's still the same old tale without doubt,
Of which men of ages didn't understand. 
We've heard of it more and more,
And we've felt its sharp pain before.
It's bounded by no law,
Thusly, appears anytime it wants.
Many a time we try to foreclose it,
By setting walls against its exhibits.

But we end up at the same junction,
Whereby it present itself as an injunction.
And we only mark it with a memory,
For it can't be forever discarded by money.
In fact, it can be avoided by nothing,
As it truly remains inevitable.
Its visitation is unpredictable.
How we wish we would overcome it,
But freely does it shows itself in a flit;
Causing a precious life to cease and efface.
That's when the soul goes to an unspecified place,
And the soma also returns to its origin.
Then ammased earthly treasures become futile.
Absolutely, we're all standing aghast,
As one day we all would breathe our last.

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