Standing in the open street sadly getting lost sometimes

As the tree grows the seeds Fall like us in due time
an endless cycle for us all

While My cold Dead limbs walking
the grim reaper patiently stocking

Accepting my fate I know what's to be done
so old no need to try to run from the so called death gun

The dispiteous one reaching out with open arms quickly to greet me

Accing pain will be set to rest
truly I can't complain

Like a bible sermen the feeling would be to bliss so much it can overthrow my hearts pain

A pain that would never release to be burned by a flame

Truly I can't complain
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