The Life Of Death
The life of death is what I see,
I see the death,
The chases me.
It follows me where I go,
Though I cannot feel it,
I do not know.
Where it will end,
I can’t decide.
It will choose for me,
I cannot hide.
I choose my path,
But the feeling is deep.
I will not run, I cannot sleep.
If Life would end,
The world would cry.
It does depend,
On the life that dies.
My heart will fall through,
Though my mind may not,
The Life Of Death,
Goes on distrot.
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and it is a grim truth about the line "if life would end, the world would cry. it dose depend on the life that dies." which is true. all lives are equal in every sense, but when a hobo dies, there isn's as much of a recoil as there is when a president or very important figure in society dies. i could never find out why...