Life
My story goes on as you're still living,
It walks through tunnels,...troting on rails,
This is just how life is made;
Stealing dreams,enslaving humanity and shuttering desires,
Striking with mischief and disrespect against fallen trees,
Life is ruling with contempt,
Yeah,it's teaching a lesson,
And the question is chewing brains and exquisites,
Leading you and them as captives into a ditch,
"When will the living be called to the next existing world after this place?"
That's when I'll start attributing your corpse with unintended love and admirations,
Undoubtedly,it will happen to them after their dead bodies,
On discussions,you're fighting to win goals,
Don't assume for who dares to oppose,
"Where is everyone's destiny located?"
Laymen keep searching for replies to what is complicated,
Loosing the wall when the sun goes down,
Life imagines about a fixated foul,
Crying a little over this event of wicked vow,
Those behind you'll then make their dissimulated pile,
But,...we're all the same after we've naked ourselves before every single eye,
And power of life will be exposed towards right and vile.
Because,"I'm LIFE in actions and plans,
No matter the greatest goodness and wrong souls hold in grams".
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