Flying on da viewless wings
thinking of futile things
i roamed from heaven to hell
in a tiny magical spell
they never tasted the spices of life
by killing time with destiny's knife
but they can buy the hope
for washing sorrows with daily soap
they will really never die
i saw the people's measurey
they are hack-nayed & weary
som struggling to remain in earth
crying the elegy of rebirth
all time in hell garden
earning sorrow like beast of burden
by proving death a silly LIE...!
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