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Death
Total chaotic quietude
Boredom of body, mind, and soul
Pointless existence of moment
But purpose of life
Dripping slowly away
The blood of time
Coagulates and stops
Liquid stagnation gaining power
Metamorphosis into wings of glory
Trapped in a celestial jar
Of impenetrable glass
Steel butterfly wings
Batter against the sides
Oblivious to the open top
Up, up and death
Down, down and death
Spiral in towards death
Death, death, death
Where is there no death?
Why, there is death
He walks among us
He fears us
He despises us
He avoids us
He penetrates us
Death fools us
Wanting to feel his importance
(But why can't death be a she?)
He tricks us, he taunts us
Death is nowhere
Death is what we want
Not who we are
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