| Untitled (Alphabet) by Bobby Whitworth |
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| A new day is born Because an old one died. Can the cycle go on forever? Death and then life? Everything must die. Forever is a myth. Great men or evil men, Honest men and liars, Inside, all know Just how mortal they are, Know that they will die Like all before them. Many die before their time, No one can run. Over the years, many have tried, Pursed death, to defeat it, Quest to the end, for the end, Rather than grasp life. So they missed what life they did have. The ones who live while they can, Under every circumstance, who Vigorously pursue their life With great desire, energy, and enthusiasm find their Xanadu, while the rest who look for Death will find him. You choose the way you live with zealous energy or with Death. |
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