Second by second time passes by.
Empires fall and rivers run dry.
Everything in life must contain death.
All who exist must once face Seth.
Once a marvellous city decayed under strife.
The blood that flowed and stained the knife.
Long forgotten by the guests of today.
While on the crumbling roads they stray.
Slowly it sinks in the ancient ground.
Forgotten, lost and never to be found.
One faithful day we will be in their place.
When our civilisations lose the race.
Do our lives matter with this undeniable fact?
Why would we have what those empires lacked?
In the long run everything will b forgotten.
We die every day until we end up rotten.
But in a way is that not a beautiful thing?
We cannot fail, whatever tune we sing.
There is nothing we do that could be wrong.
So just keep singing your own song.
Why would you worry about every mistake?
There is quite literally nothing at stake.
Jealousy for the ones who have it made.
Worthless and pointless, they too will fade.
All you need is a goal in your life.
No need for hatred or for strife.
Just be yourself, that much is true.
The mighty fall, why wouldn't you?
Death is considered the one true fright.
Even the brave cower in its sight.
But without death, life would not be worth living.
Raise a glass, to death, we will drink and sing.
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