Lullaby For the Weak

This is how I view life sometimes. I know it's rather depressing and short but it's what's in my head.

 When we are born

The world is filled with light

The meadows and the trees

All bloom and spree

 

When we live

Life kills our soul

Love kills our heart

And Living kills our being

 

When we die

The land will fade into darkness

Rivers of blood and deathly screams

And no one is coming with you

The End

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