Beauty In Death
The price of fame is way too high
But some will never learn
And for this reason some will die
Something, they have to earn
They sell their souls for attention
They will not be ignored
Even knowing that their intentions
Carries a just reward
Billy the kid and Jesse James
Were two, that found this prize
But in the end, to seal their names
Both of them simply dies
Shakespere, Picasso, even Poe
Were virtually unknown
Then death come searching for their souls
That's when their fame was grown
In death, we see someone's beauty
Why not while they're alive?
Survival, it is our duty
In death our work will thrive
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