One day, one moment, the next we’re gone

Death I believe is a part of life

The giving of lifes substance to the next

Watch out what you leave behind

Not everything is worth of being put in text

Every second, every day you get is timed

 

One year, one life, after which you dissapear

Is it in fear of what we can do, we live backset?

Is it in fear of death we get upset?

From this moment to the next –

 

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