Death is hanging on a loom
My ship is set sail a quest
No boon, no time for rest
Life leaning on a strife till every noon
Everyday, everywhere stare death in the eyes
With every dangers of fire, water, and desires
The inevitable certainty of diseases
For a world as imperfect in nature
And death is hanging on a loom
Waiting every time for the one cut
And there comes the inexplicable
Journey of death's oblivion.
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