Life is a journey of lifeless to crisp
When it gets cracked and lost its grip
It dangles and hisses which is a sign of blood
It then travels to reach its node and degenerates
On the road of lifeless to crisp and scarlet triumph
Life is a real journey of eternity to lifeless
When it gets smoothed and attains its touch
It sways and resists its carelessness
It attains its outer space of torch
On the electronic transfer and loss
So being a journey of lifeless to crisp
It breathes out and accelerates by
It then gets stuck and catch up by algae crip
The master dye producer gives out multicolor dye
Upon which it sped before
and changed the gravity
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