4 Am
You agree with me
that life and death
is a game
Everything appears to be different
but it’s really the same
The dead appears to change
when nothing is the same
but the dead are changed
when everything is the same
Life is a mystery
to you and me
and that how it’s going to be
until man’s cries
no more at the funeral pyre
Because everything is the same
though it starts to change
when nothing is the same
when nothing really changed
life and death are the same
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