Death Spare Life Till Dawn
Has my life’s essence come to pass?
Each breath is taken to be a minute's last
Momentary memories to an hour glass
Are counting sands in my jagged past
Exhausting to count in humanity's hands
As time ticks, life's melodic dance
As the human race lead an awkward pace
Have I outlived my life's race?
To chase the illusion of the next stage
Called capital; cash; chink or coinage
The grim reaper puts these dreams sleeper
‘cause silence is evidence of this creeper
Now consider, this song not as a remedy
But a strategy to let men for tells the tragedy
With so much life we mourn,
Death spare life till dawn…
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