Cold is thy embrace, Oh,Master of all!
A phoenix reduced to mere cinerary
Every pride man have but must his fall
Thou showeth no amity,No adversary to thy name
Reduced to dust,All equality,Helpeth neither poverty nor fame!

Every being face but must the same consequence,
That of ultimate resignation to decadence.
Power, none in the world can stop thy Invasion,
None can conquer ever the law of creation!

All-pervading and eternal art thou,
Every soul a mere mortal with the passing of time,
Oh,master of all, who commeth like the dark cloud,
IMMORTALITY,indeed is thine!

The End

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