Age And Death, A Thing Reborn.
Is it wrong to want t die
To rust away like sin and lies
To pass this world a work of art
Or just another small disgrace
Many want to live forever
Pass age and time, our mortal stand
Others speech is be reborn
A Phoenix of this fineing age
And through this all gave you words
A choice of which to tell you this
Another set to fill the rest
And though your mind is babbling
Just nod your head and walk right through
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