Born To Phase Away

Its sealed with a breath, destined truth unspoken.

Weak within its flesh, soiled to its eternity.

Whoever thought memories could be hardened?

Whoever fought death as an opponent?

A touch to depart as sorrows banish itself in time.

We were born to die, a moment to the holy sigh

As we move forward together in our separate lines,

To each his own, the grim awaits to mark his reaper  on their slate.

 

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