The Grand Finally
Death is poetic
it's beautiful
it's the glorous defeat
it's the passionate redemption and the cowardly submission all at once
it's standing up and staying down at the same time
it's winning everything while losing everyone
it's the extacy of non-exsistance that makes ife so bright
People see death as the enemy when really it's the goal
for do we not see any greater sacrifce than to give your life for a cause?
without death life is meaning less
just an endless struggle
yet people paint death as destructive
Death is the Grand finally we are all holding our breath for
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