going dead
Death to the young is most cruelthey know nothing about life
the mark is never to be denied
within has no sting,
if to perceived ones thoughts is to know that destiny is but
a breath away,and death will have its way,,
With in one soul humbleness is a virture
with good intend of speaking with the
eloquence of time and purpose of life
then and only then death will be mild,,
The young must die,so too the old
the ballance of time is set and no man has
the clue as to when your soul roam
never get comfortable here
time is of the essence and now is all we got
So you laying on that block
of ice still wondering
what happen to your ass
it is only death..
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