Death Spare Life Till Dawn Ii

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...