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Something About Death

When heart pumping stops
Memory is gonna lost
Eyes blink like stars
No sunrise is in course

The night will come and stay
Airflow will be concrete
Temperature measured low
Pain and pleasure will cease

No needs for food and drink
The Souls will go back
Where they came

No word could help to say
The plastic world
Shuttling among dimensions
Listen to the music

You need to tell no one
You will be entirely free
And extremely pleased

Could I guess your possible results
That in darkness Your flare made
A world I saw

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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