death from death
life from life
shoot fate down
and dont think twice,
of silent repent
and lackluster intent
whether up or down
neither bent nor split.
theres a Whos done what
a where and why,
but it all boils down
to the way it all dies.
whether it fades quick,
lingers to make us sick,
reaches infinity
or eats the hope in me.
it seems like a waste
to develop a taste
for such mediocrity.
when there's a limit on
each dusk and dawn.
an end of which
flips the final switch
to simple conscious thought.
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