Life and Death Make Sense
You open your eyes
You begin to color your hair
Your songs are no longer appreciated.
Your taste becomes bland
The colors of blood, sweat and tears are drab.
Pain is everywhere,
Through the lines and creases of the flesh
and the earthare one!
Dust to dust, life to life
Death is another life
with passion, with character.
Discovering another sense
Life and Death after all
Make sense.
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