Death
How many beats does a heart have?
How many breaths can we take?
How many times can we open our eyes
Before something begins to break
Who has all these answers?
No one here on earth
Our lives become a mystery
From the moment of our birth
Each day that we get older
Is one day closer to death
The angel of death is counting
The numbers until our last breath
The things that we take for granted
Are the things that we need to live
How much blood can our bodies lose
Before it has no more to give
Not that any of this matters
For it's out of our control
When it's time to say goodbye
None will ever know
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